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Dec 2024
you texted me today
asking me how i’ve been
i didn’t have the heart to tell you
that i’m drowning in a sea of thought
crushed beneath the pressure and pain
so i told you i’m good
(as if my arms aren’t littered with scars)
how are you?
my arms tell the truth, i guess

but you’ll never know
Written by
lizie  17/F
(17/F)   
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     Maybelater2 and Wyatt
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