𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐘 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋, 𝑝𝑜𝑒𝑡𝑟𝑦

𝐱𝐱𝐢𝐯. ℎ𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑡

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18. july
honest
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tell me mother
would you be there for me
when I want to disappear

tell me mother
would you reach out
when I want to disappear

tell me mother
would you notice
when I disappear

tell me mother
would you miss me
when I disappear

tell me mother
would you search me
when I disappear

tell me mother
can you understand me

tell me mother
do you even try

tell me mother
why am I never good enough

tell me mother
would you care

tell me mother
and be honest
do you like me
because I know
that you must love me
but do you like me

tell me
tell me
tell me
tell me everything
and be honest
I can stand it
like I stand everything else

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