Remember

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Remember the time I told you I was depressed?
You thought I was lying.
You didn't realise until the noose was around my neck,
And only then did you try to help me.

I'm tired of being lost
I'm tired of being found
Won't somebody bury me
Deep into the ground

I'm not afraid
To take death by the hand
Waltzing in an endless parade
Fluttering in between souls
Forevermore

Forevermore
Forevermore

Short poem/song thing.

I'm such a deep child amirite

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