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Nov 13
the words crawl from your mouth.
they sound like their on their knees,
begging to be let go.
you tell me there isn’t a point anymore,
but i cover my ears
and claim i’m not listening.
the pills you swallowed,
the calls you never answered,
“goodbye,” you croak again.
i answer no,
but goodbye isn’t a question.
my dear friend attempted suicide two years ago, thank god she’s okay
Written by
sophia  F/drifting
       Mr Jay, Laura, Aasiyah, LC, Traveler and 12 others
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