This hollow shell inside my chest, this faint heartbeat might be the thing that steals my last breath.
Things I thought I had buried are now resurrecting so I've got two options.. either finally face them or keep running and say "forget it"
Some days I feel so lonely, I'm waiting for the better half of me to finally come and get me but I'm always hiding in the shadows of who I used to be so the only I can be free is if someone turns the light on.
Oct 10, 2021
Oct 10, 2021 at 7:00 AM UTC
This hollow shell inside my chest, this faint heartbeat might be the thing that steals my last breath.
Things I thought I had buried are now resurrecting so I've got two options.. either finally face them or keep running and say "forget it"
Some days I feel so lonely, I'm waiting for the better half of me to finally come and get me but I'm always hiding in the shadows of who I used to be so the only I can be free is if someone turns the light on.
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