evening visits

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he came back last night
hung on my shoulders for the whole fucking night
doesnt let me sleep, eat just lets me sit and think
think and think
fall and drown
kills the hope with a fresh cut throat blade
sinking deep into my happiness and hope of summertimes
until he hits the core of the earth and makes me fill with shame until released with a flood and shattering windows and empty bodies
hollow and sunk at the bottom of the ocean
no matter how light you feel you still feel stuck at the bottom of the river

sorry this was rly weird its 2AM and i have a long night ahead of me and im feeling rly fucking emo so yh

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