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Feb 2019
I just need you to see me hurting without me telling you.

Because my words are bleeding out of my mouth, waiting for you to stitch me up and make me fine.

Although I know it’s not your job, and you’re better of without me.

I need you to see me one last time.
Written by
Jerimiah  19/M/New York
(19/M/New York)   
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