Just for you
I cant breathe anymore. No matter how much I try to feel okay I can't. I just want to be done. It feels like I'm purposely destroying my relationships with people to prove I'm not worth being here anymore. I want you to live though. To breathe and fill your lungs with the air I could never reach. Your wings may have tear here and there dear but they're not ripped to shreds. You're still capable of flying but I'm grounded permanently, though I could never speak about it, I'll pretend to be fine for others sake
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