December 24, 2019

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I can't sleep, and it's my fault. Your anger is my fault. My tears are my fault. My fears are my fault. 
Someone told me I'm better than everything im letting myself feel, but I'm not better than what I did. 
This is a dream im lost in. Somehow I'm floating and falling and rising, and am suspended in this vacuum of emotions, and I don't know what to feel. And I did this to myself.
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Dec 24, 2019 · 250 views

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