I'm tired of breaking apart.
I'm tired of lying.
I'm tired of everything.
I'm not here.
I'm gone.
I'm lost somewhere and I can't find my way back.
It's not like a walk through the woods.
It's like walking through a hail storm.
Except the only storm is me.
You're fine, you always are.
Nothing hurt like you.

ESTÁS LEYENDO
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