what's left of me
piles of ashes piles of torn notes i gave you piles an piles of shirts i gave you so what's left of me what's left?! treated like trash. on xanx on weed but you bring me down for it when you do it, what's left? piles of torn pictures burn't to ashes. so my question is whats left of me? piles of glass from the mug you gave me dont want that too so burn't that too you know you should really stop sending shit i dont want you should really find someone else what's left of us??
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