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Dec 2024
Tell me terrible truths and watch me crumble at your feet
Does it get you off knowing what your words mean?
Miss me more when I leave you be
Tell me things I'm used to hearing
Embody me, bury me.
Bury the better with the shovel inside of me.

You know I'll stay here, I know you'll follow me.
Written by
Gabby Fuller  17/F
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