draft
Everything I've ever wanted to say to you has become some draft.
Deceived and dismissed as if it all was some trap.
I'm just searching up my symptoms desperate to fix them
to be able to speak to you like if it isn't the first time I've been ignored once again \\
because after all you're what's wrong with me.
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