55 | Nov 16
and I asked the Lord, if I am worth this pain
crash my bones that I won't be able to stand
drown me with waves I wouldn't be able to breathe
make sure to punish me so I would learn
I looked everywhere and nothing matters
but my heart felt everything
I was staring at the blank ceiling
now that you're not here
would I survive?
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Moonstruck
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