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Jan 2020
I'm so thin and hollow
That I can barely breath
Because the air passes right through me

I wanna spill my ****** guts on the table
For you to know what's on my mind
I don't even know what happened

All I know is that I'm a little more free
But more sad, lonely, and cold
I hate my regrets
Written by
Stratus
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