Beside You, With Him
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Última publicación mar, oct 11, 2022
You seem to invade my mind,
guns blazing.
Making everything hurt and
my eyes burn as the tears start to escape.
He doesn't say sorry
No "I get it"s
Just trying to make it worth it to
leave you be
He keeps me from joining you.
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TW: Suicide, Depression, Light Language
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