How different I have become, how unfamiliar
When did these scars appear?
How did I let them?
My thoughts are jumbled like a hurricane and I am caught in the middle, confused as to how so many little things can hit at once and still hurt all the more
When did I stop sleeping?
When did I stop laughing?
I can't find where any of this started and I am left to think that all of it is my fault and I can't stop any of it so instead it stops me
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Daisyy (
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Comments1
I feel what your saying. Great work
thank you so much!
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