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Mar 2017
the first time i had a panic attack
you told me to "grow up"
i trusted you
now it's half past midnight
and i'm all alone in this parking lot

if i'm being honest i'm
losing my mind
wasting your time
fearing the future
wondering if she's better off
or if it's worse for her

i've said "i'll change"
so many ******* times
read between the lines

i'm sorry that i can't get out of bed
i hate that my head is such a mess
i swear, i care much more than i show

getting carried away
only to get let back down.
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