Here'a to never being what he needs me to be, because I can't seem to get it to stick. I am tired
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late night cries
PoetryThe thoughts that have managed to spurge themselves on paper. Internal cries that never really feel are heard when said verbally.
Just end me please
Here'a to never being what he needs me to be, because I can't seem to get it to stick. I am tired