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Mar 2018
Maybe if he died then you'd get the point,
the insides of him are breaking to the joint,
he can't stand the pain anymore ,The ache of his bones,
The tug on his heart, his stomach twisted in knots
he's warn down to the bone, No more beauty
Sunken face is all that's left, A fragile boy forgotten
Screaming " Please don't let me go "
If you don't catch him he's gonna die, all he wants you to do,
is Grab his hand, bring him back to land, bring him back to life
tayarose
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tayarose  17/F/Always somewhere
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