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Apr 2015
So tired
So sad
Feeling it all slip away from my grasp
Dull eyes
Fake smile
Hoping that this emptiness will either disappear or consume me
Poisoned lungs
Trembling hands
Fearing for the time bomb to go off
Hopefully heart
Naive dreams
Waiting for the light at the end of the road
THINGS ARE NOT OKAY. I'M DONE
Little Nightingale
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Little Nightingale
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