I keep you in my bookbag
where you can't talk to me.
I keep you in my bookbag,
where you stare into nothing.
I keep you in my bookbag,
where you can't hurt me.
I keep you in my bookbag because that is your home.
Where I forget to rip you apart and burn you.
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Author:
liri (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: December 3rd, 2025 09:19
- Category: Sad
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