Jan 2020
slow death
quick sand
I reach out for your hand,
you turn away
I've been crying out for you for so long
we were supposed to last a lifetime
my antidote
turns into my poison
quick sand
I reach out for your hand,
you turn away
I've been crying out for you for so long
we were supposed to last a lifetime
my antidote
turns into my poison
(22/F/Canada)
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