Conner
you can’t breathe
What do you do?
Do you heave?
Scream?
Believe
That as you lay there all alone
Someone will come running?
But I’m not Evan, I’ll never have a connor
And that just makes my story a little bit darker
Maybe if I scream just a little bit louder
Pound my fists a little bit harder
Than maybe I’ll find my Connor
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