I'd
be lying
if I told you losing you was something I could handle.
if I told you losing you was something I could handle.
The days are starting to blur
together...
Dear Problems:
I would appreciate if you come one by one and not twenty by twenty.
Scream if you wanna, shout if you need
Just let it go
Take it out on me
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atelophobia
(n.) the fear of imperfection
warrior
(n.) one who cries themselves to sleep and wakes up in the morning with a smile on their face
Let me pick up the pieces that lay
scattered. Let me mend the heart, that I once with a lie
shattered. Let me heal your wounded heart, and put the pieces
together. Let me take you by the hand, and lead the way. Let me
hug you tight and push your fears away. Let us be happy and erase
all the hurt.
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If I told you my
secrets,
you wouldn't
look at me the
same.
