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Never thought I would meet you there, Right on the edge of the precipice of despair, As I self-sabotage into ruin, I know not to beg and not to wait, Dread in my gut constantly brewing, Hoping it doesn't turn into hate.
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Feb 14, 2022
Feb 14, 2022 at 8:15 AM UTC
Waiting.
Never thought I would meet you there, Right on the edge of the precipice of despair, As I self-sabotage into ruin, I know not to beg and not to wait, Dread in my gut constantly brewing, Hoping it doesn't turn into hate.
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Feb 14, 2022
Feb 14, 2022 at 8:15 AM UTC
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