so many words but still not enough
to tell you that
how much it huts to be like this
how much it hurts to let everything go
how much it hurts to forgive u
u just make me a mute
and the words die at the back of my throat
those form a lump inside
that I try hard to digest to breath again
Jan 5, 2024
Jan 5, 2024 at 11:45 PM UTC
so many words but still not enough
to tell you that
how much it huts to be like this
how much it hurts to let everything go
how much it hurts to forgive u
u just make me a mute
and the words die at the back of my throat
those form a lump inside
that I try hard to digest to breath again
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