I’m tired of lieing.
I’m tired of trying.
I’m not okay and I’m not alright.
Out of sight out of mind, right?
My number of days is counting down.
How soon till I drown?
Ive hurt for awhile, this pain must end.
I’ve cried so much my eyes are red.
I must say no more lies.
I must say my final goodbyes.
-or must I not?
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Some Pretty Mistakes | ✓
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