how to stop giving in
The last time I was left to my own devices
I couldn't stop harming myself
My skin grew cold, and it felt free to think I was so alone
The next thing I knew, I was running through a field
I was abominably alone except for a flower
It was incomprehensible to think that maybe life was lovingly cruel
I couldn't stop harming myself
My skin grew cold, and it felt free to think I was so alone
The next thing I knew, I was running through a field
I was abominably alone except for a flower
It was incomprehensible to think that maybe life was lovingly cruel
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Writer(s): Trinity Kubacko
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