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Apr 23
If hallow bones could make me fly I'd go so high,
I'd break the sky
But here I lie, upon my bed, staring so far inside my head,
wishing that I could just be dead,
hearing the things that I once said,
Rapidly falling into a sea, as black as coal and misery,
avoid me like I am the plague, I lack the energy to even beg.

I just want to go back in time, to give my mom a hug, in person and not in just in my mind.
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BoringBoy  19/M
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