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Nov 2021
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Hurt myself?
Don't mind if I do
Of course it only hurts
When it has to do with you

Will I ever feel like I'm enough?

Nothing hurts as much
As the thought that I could never be,
Enough for you,
Enough for me.

Perhaps the end is closer than it seems
Always,
Barrelling forward at maximum speed

So that no one would know,
Until the time came
Quickly,
Quietly,
I would slip away

I could scream no longer,
And the hurt would finally fade
insomniatrical
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insomniatrical  22/@ ur mom's rn
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