𝟠𝟡. 𝗟𝗼𝗼𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴

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I wanted someone to come find me.
Rather that be in the darkness or in the depths of my room.
I wanted them to come find me.
To where I didn't have to find myself.
~E, I'm tired of looking for myself.

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