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anonymous Sep 2019
f**k my head, my thoughts.
or don't.
cause they already are.

Nothing feels in place,
places i've never been to
stay far away from reach.
Your hand not there to reach.
for me.
stop me.
from falling over edge.

Just people all around.
not really being here.
familiy, friends,
drugs, alcohol and breaking.
so is my head.
fix me.

Where is the place i'll meet you?
Take me away,
i beg.

Why do i fall already?
Reach for my hand,
just quick.

— The End —