The only people I ever asked
To show up for me
On those nights that I was sure
I'd pull the trigger
Were the sort of people
That I knew
Also wouldn't stop me
So when you all jumped the gun
To rescue me
How was I supposed to know
The only time it matters
Is if someone else raises the alarm-
If I call for help
I will only be forgotten
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the devil's workshop ♡ poetry & prose
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