no matter how much
i try to keep
holding on,
change my ways,
and look in the
******* mirror
that i hate so much,
i just can't see
a different
kind of me.
crying myself
to the temporary
peace of slumber,
sometimes i wish
it would last
forever and ever.
don't you get
too close,
for i lose all
common sense
when i no longer
see the light.
i'm sorry.
Mar 22, 2021
Mar 22, 2021 at 8:38 PM UTC
no matter how much
i try to keep
holding on,
change my ways,
and look in the
******* mirror
that i hate so much,
i just can't see
a different
kind of me.
crying myself
to the temporary
peace of slumber,
sometimes i wish
it would last
forever and ever.
don't you get
too close,
for i lose all
common sense
when i no longer
see the light.
i'm sorry.
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