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i want to be dead jeongguk,

it's swallowing me alive,

i can't breathe

i feel my throat burning

it's twisting me into threads,

shrinking me into ashes

smashing my skull into crumbles

please come back,

i need your stars,

your laugh,

the butterflies,

the kisses,

your scent of fresh oak

you.

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