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Dec 2019
I'm drowning in the newfound freedom of returning to the words I once left behind
The words allow me to sink further into my mind
The words embrace me like an old friend
The words comfort me when I cannot run to a past lover
When I cannot cry on my friends shoulder because he is more troubled than I
Cover me in my blanket of words
Let me rest
Let me only be woken by one that could console me in a more pleasant manner
I left words behind like I left you in your darkest hour.
Wordtimewordtimewordtimewordtime. I made cookies. They're still just as bad as before.
Written by
Squid  16/F
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