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a collection of midnight thoughts, a collection of small voices that are desperate to be heard. -trigger warning- cover by @CNS2004 #135 on 1/12/17

Without Me.

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by alezxndra

by alezxndra

Without me,
you're free.
And I get that
you're as happy as can be.

Without me,
you soar.
I didn't know
you always thought
I was a bore.

Without me,
you can live
without a
dying person
weighing you down.

Without me,
you smile.
I wish you'd come and
sit with me for a while.

Without me,
you can think.
While I'm struggling
over here,
trying not to sink.

Without me,
you're alive.
And all I'm doing
is trying hard not to die.