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Delusion.
Delusion.
When delusion wears of
and finally
you see
what u didn’t want to
for so long
that this person
isn’t the person
saving you
loving you
the only person
able to do that
is you
babe.
Tuesday 20th August 2024 4:41 pm
Life.
Life.
Every day.
Is one day closer
to you
not being anymore.
Being alive
unsure
questioning
doubting.
Nothing is ultimate
besides
this
exact
moment.
You can never go back
you can wish for it
everyday
but you can’t
and you never will.
Tuesday 20th August 2024 4:28 pm
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