I would do anything
to get out of my head—
and let go of all the things
left unsaid.
If I could shed my ego, in
all the places it’s been bitten,
I could take back all the words,
and sentences left unwritten.
6d ago
May 29, 2026 at 9:51 PM UTC
I would do anything
to get out of my head—
and let go of all the things
left unsaid.
If I could shed my ego, in
all the places it’s been bitten,
I could take back all the words,
and sentences left unwritten.
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