𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐘 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋, 𝑝𝑜𝑒𝑡𝑟𝑦

𝐢𝐱. 𝑢𝑛𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑑

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12. april
unnamed
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It's a single tear
it always starts that way
while i slowly start drowning in my own thoughts
and with all little time
also drowning in my own tears
grasping for air
that never fills my lungs
feeling like there will never be enough air
like i also never will be enough for anyone

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