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Stuck in a bubble.
I start to ask questions for
answers I already knew.
Looking for trouble.
I know I don’t need it, but
part of me thinks that I do.
Starting to crumble.
You said that you want me.
That crushed me. I know
there’s no reason to love me.
I get up from one knee.
It sucks we have different
methods of recovery.
Posted Aug 12, 2022, 7:50 PM UTC
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