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i want to be held, i want it to be patient

i know i've lost myself a hundred times before

won't you hold me in the pain of stagnation

and let me weep a hundred times more

 

i look at my face and i barely see me

i'm not the person you loved

i'm not the person i want to be

 

she's tired

she's tired

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