through

December 25, 2020

see through, because no matter how hard i try, you dont see me

i been doing what you want, but i guess its not what you wanted

i dont know what to do now

i cant breathe and you think its an over-exaggeration

theres a little light in everyone, mine is on its last string

im gone

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