i'm stuck, i'm scared, i have
no clue where i can turn.
my last bit of hope packed their
things and left a long time ago.
i count the days til i'll see them
again, but they left without a goodbye.
i am archaic ruins trying to fabricate
myself back to the way i used to be,
but i'm missing too many pieces to do so.
i'm left to erode and it seems
that's the only coice i even have left.
Dec 23, 2014
Dec 23, 2014 at 9:15 PM UTC
i'm stuck, i'm scared, i have
no clue where i can turn.
my last bit of hope packed their
things and left a long time ago.
i count the days til i'll see them
again, but they left without a goodbye.
i am archaic ruins trying to fabricate
myself back to the way i used to be,
but i'm missing too many pieces to do so.
i'm left to erode and it seems
that's the only coice i even have left.
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