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Old book on a shelf
No one can set me free,
from the darkness inside of me.
No one can save me from myself.
I'm feeling like a book on a shelf.
The pages are torn.
All that's left is words that hurt.
from the darkness inside of me.
No one can save me from myself.
I'm feeling like a book on a shelf.
The pages are torn.
All that's left is words that hurt.
Published 16th Apr 2022
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16th Apr 2022 7:46pm
Dear M,
The grief in this brief write is palpable and raw. Once again, you capture the agony of heartbreak with staggering precision. H🌷
The grief in this brief write is palpable and raw. Once again, you capture the agony of heartbreak with staggering precision. H🌷
