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Apr 2017
There are still some doubts in my mind
Tell me, is it even worth it?
Still holding on to a dream,
While closing my eyes and sleep

All your screaming whispers
Calling out my name, begging forgiveness
But I'm still here, standing
Fell down, barely breathing

Sharp words like knives,
Shattered glass like the past
How we gonna fix this?
How we gonna undo all the pain?

You walked out and left me stranded
Nothing left but scar and bruises
Bitter words spoken
Everything is broken

Is it too late to bring us back?
lame  af
Written by
jeranne  19/F/labyrinth
(19/F/labyrinth)   
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