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The END
The garbage is piled up so much that
i cant even sit next to you
of course I just want to be weak
and give up too.
Just another sad little boy pointing fingers
This type of dread: It lingers.
Im giving up on the hope that things will ever be the same.
I Keep reminding myself that your anger is not my demon to tame.
Im sorry that im stuck.
Thinking about you again.
Wondering why insecurity and degradation has increased.
When all im looking for from you is peace.
Why refuse to...