I wear my words like a noose around my neck
The more you talk the more I choke
The more I think the more I fade
And the more I care, let's just say
Something are better off torn
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Breathe
PoetryHelp, I have done it again I have been here many times before Hurt myself again today And the worst part is there's no one else to blame Be my friend, hold me Wrap me up, unfold me I am small, and needy Warm me up and breathe me Ouch, I have lost my...
