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end game


I was very very very broken

Nothing but sharp objects and dark places; gone boy

The fog was so thick around me

All i could see was one shining light

The light that led me to you

So i clung to the light

I depended on you

I fed off you

My only source of comfort and tranquility

And i held on tighter even though i knew

I knew you couldn’t breathe

It was life or death

I was caught in some middle part:

Purgatory 

Half ghost half man

100% losing his mind

And you were falling down the rabbit holes

My suicidal ideation kept digging

You couldnt breathe you couldnt see

So you crawled and you fought and you

You ran as far as you could


 

And i really can’t blame you.


 

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