this dying is so hard. i think I've lent myself into shame, everything falls apart, fingers cross my heart, and the days keep breaking on and on. these pretty things are not always beautiful. hello mourning sun, i've cut my wrists and from the slice i've given you a piece of my life and you shine brighter than my inside skin ever could dream. brown leaves are grey like today, like yesterday, what about tomorrow, sorrow.
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