Fall and fall,
because the feeling is not foreign.
What you say, how you feel, how you look.
It's over, I'm exhausted, I̶'m̶ d̶i̶s̶s̶a̶p̶e̶a̶r̶i̶n̶g̶, unlovable.
Cry and cry,
let the warmness of the pillows comfort you.
-Kyle ∅
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PoetryDear moon child, I really hope someday, you can find some peace of mind. -Kyle ∅
