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Addicted to self loathing Distanced from my soul. Lost in the echos of memories that haunt me. The leaves fell and I was gone with them, I'll be back before the flowers I told myself. I knew deep down it wouldn't be so. I found myself floating in empty space I figured I'd be safe here. You shouldn't be here, you shouldn't be here. Slammed my face into the mirror Shattered thoughts ****** visuals just to see clear. I opened my eyes to another empty bottle, a dried flower on the windowsill. I think I broke the illusion. Life's about finding a cliff worth jumping off.
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May 23, 2025
May 23, 2025 at 12:20 PM UTC
Flowers
Addicted to self loathing Distanced from my soul. Lost in the echos of memories that haunt me. The leaves fell and I was gone with them, I'll be back before the flowers I told myself. I knew deep down it wouldn't be so. I found myself floating in empty space I figured I'd be safe here. You shouldn't be here, you shouldn't be here. Slammed my face into the mirror Shattered thoughts ****** visuals just to see clear. I opened my eyes to another empty bottle, a dried flower on the windowsill. I think I broke the illusion. Life's about finding a cliff worth jumping off.
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May 23, 2025
May 23, 2025 at 12:20 PM UTC
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