everything hurts more when you wish it didn’t exist
hiding and waiting, in the endless abyss
the pain, the sorrow,
and all of the joys of tomorrow
let them exist to keep you in check
and rely on others when you’re a wreck.
Aug 16, 2020
Aug 16, 2020 at 3:10 PM UTC
everything hurts more when you wish it didn’t exist
hiding and waiting, in the endless abyss
the pain, the sorrow,
and all of the joys of tomorrow
let them exist to keep you in check
and rely on others when you’re a wreck.
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