galaxies.

let it go.

"if this is all we're living for,
why are we doing it, doing it, doing it anymore?"

(let it go, james bay)

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my throat is raw,
and so are my eyes.

you are the sandpaper,
scratching across the surface of my heart

and leaving scars
that will never go away.

please, if you loved me at all—
let me go.