5:54 am, Tuesday, 12th June
you are gone; no where to be found.
the darkness is tangled in unconsciousness and I
mutter into her soft presence,
"Why do I always ruin everything I love"
it is only her and I.

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dysphoria
Puisisilent pleas from a heart that's been tainted blue, a mind that ripples in constant turmoil and a mouth that remains shut //
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5:54 am, Tuesday, 12th June
you are gone; no where to be found.
the darkness is tangled in unconsciousness and I
mutter into her soft presence,
"Why do I always ruin everything I love"
it is only her and I.