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Sometimes I give up, I switch off my emotions, Just to build them back up. But no one notices, No one sends their condolences. They just wait until I mess up, Again and again and again. Until i'm completely shattered, Glass on the floor, Hands grasping the walls Water dripping from my eyeballs. So I just lay there, Waiting for someone to grab my hand, Before I melt into the land, Like a heated piece of sand. Joining the rest of the useless pieces, In a place where happiness decreases. A dark empty pit, Where one slip or one trip, Can lead to the splitting of my ribs.
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Apr 4, 2021
Apr 4, 2021 at 9:49 AM UTC
Glass on the floor.
Sometimes I give up, I switch off my emotions, Just to build them back up. But no one notices, No one sends their condolences. They just wait until I mess up, Again and again and again. Until i'm completely shattered, Glass on the floor, Hands grasping the walls Water dripping from my eyeballs. So I just lay there, Waiting for someone to grab my hand, Before I melt into the land, Like a heated piece of sand. Joining the rest of the useless pieces, In a place where happiness decreases. A dark empty pit, Where one slip or one trip, Can lead to the splitting of my ribs.
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Apr 4, 2021
Apr 4, 2021 at 9:49 AM UTC
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