Stressed out

March 12, 2021

Stressed out, crying

don't know if I'II ever

find another you. Looking

back at all our memories,

and what we used to be is

now a thang of the past.

But, you'll never know I'm

gone until the same thing

happens to you. Now,

brokenhearted and all

alone. Is that the person

you wanna be? I ask myself.

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