Breathe
Its easy to forget,
Laying on the ground,
Tears rolling down
Who wouldve thought,
Peach scars,
Looking to the stars.
Hours sitting
Before I decide
Its okay to break my own pride
A relapse
A break in my road
Is it the last? Nobody knows
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