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My blankets are cold. My sheets? Unforgiving. I can't help but wonder At all that I'm missing. I sit in this room Brimming with nothing Just wishing you were here Instead of having nothing Nothing is wrong Except where you should be? nothing There's nothing but me Nothing but me in my own head Nothing is colder Nothing is worse Than missing nothing Nothing anymore your hair is now nothing your tears? no more no more resent nothing anymore now you're nothing just some dirt in the ground i can't help but wonder if i could've helped you stay something i still miss you even in all your nothing my little white scar is now your only being Nothing is wrong? Okay, I trust your judgement. No seriously! It's nothing! Just keep in touch, okay?
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Aug 9, 2018
Aug 9, 2018 at 1:54 AM UTC
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My blankets are cold. My sheets? Unforgiving. I can't help but wonder At all that I'm missing. I sit in this room Brimming with nothing Just wishing you were here Instead of having nothing Nothing is wrong Except where you should be? nothing There's nothing but me Nothing but me in my own head Nothing is colder Nothing is worse Than missing nothing Nothing anymore your hair is now nothing your tears? no more no more resent nothing anymore now you're nothing just some dirt in the ground i can't help but wonder if i could've helped you stay something i still miss you even in all your nothing my little white scar is now your only being Nothing is wrong? Okay, I trust your judgement. No seriously! It's nothing! Just keep in touch, okay?
addisoncrump
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Aug 9, 2018
Aug 9, 2018 at 1:54 AM UTC
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