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Sep 2020
it broke me when you told me about the misery that you're in
it broke me that all you ask is some sort of comfort,
and yet i can't give it to you
it broke me that i can't go there and offer my shoulders,
whispering "it's gonna be okay"

eventhough you and i both know it's not gonna be
i hate misery.
Written by
lattesandpokez  22/F/Jakarta
(22/F/Jakarta)   
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   Khaab
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