sitting on a used bed
your presence disappeared into the pillow sheets

opened a journal
like a treasure map

running around
trying to get me back

hiding inside a box
without a lock

almost died
I cried
bled
felt the end of the world

everyone knows me
that's not the truth

pages
I spilled myself on

under a lake

asking myself
why does my heart
feel so heavy

can't hold a pen

I hear odd sounds
as if I lived underwater

presents
a book filled with empty pages
standing in front of me

I should know

I'm running away
from myself

I know myself
that's not the truth

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don't come looking around for someone who doesn't exist
don't go loving someone who doesn't feel the same
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