My inbox bare. I know your there. Just barely glance me you don't have to stare. I'm all but broken. Armored but still open. I am filled but hopeless. In a field still closed up. All my shields I hold up show my will I'm so tuff. But the real is no such, I miss people so much.
Jan 26, 2022
Jan 26, 2022 at 1:21 AM UTC
My inbox bare. I know your there. Just barely glance me you don't have to stare. I'm all but broken. Armored but still open. I am filled but hopeless. In a field still closed up. All my shields I hold up show my will I'm so tuff. But the real is no such, I miss people so much.
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