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my only way of saying sorry has always been making myself suffer im sorry for being too much i tell your lips they can silence me but your hand will always find its way to my mouth, instead i'm sorry i can't give you enough i tell your heart to say what it needs but i found no place for me there; even your stomach does not hunger for me
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Mar 17
Mar 17, 2026 at 9:51 AM UTC
stomach ache
my only way of saying sorry has always been making myself suffer im sorry for being too much i tell your lips they can silence me but your hand will always find its way to my mouth, instead i'm sorry i can't give you enough i tell your heart to say what it needs but i found no place for me there; even your stomach does not hunger for me
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Mar 17, 2026 at 9:51 AM UTC
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