lonely.
take me back to november
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I’m laying under the stars, sobbing as I think to myself, “I hate myself.” I feel numb. Deep thoughts I can’t escape, I'm guilty.
My heads spins, my heart throbs, my hands tremble. “,” i think to myself, “why didn’t I stop it.”
The field I’m in is empty, just how it was that same day. I sob harder in the palms of my hands, “why wasn’t it me..”
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