lost.

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i've lost myself

or maybe i've lost you

i forgot how it felt,

the comfort i once knew

i know you can't tell

how my blood feels like glue

how i've cleared my shelves

of all traces of you

you know i won't tell

how crying is all i do

things aren't going well

and my wrists are all blue

𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞 // 𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐲Tempat cerita menjadi hidup. Temukan sekarang