Dear F.
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marikapenelopea
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my dearest friend, it’s a sweet agony that holds my chest, the one with warm hands

Dear F.

my dearest friend,

it’s a sweet agony that holds my chest, the one with warm hands

and its lips, they sing a tender lullaby trough my ears

and if you could just hold my hand, it’d be alright in the end

i don’t feel anything, but everything’s hurting me to death

singing me something like a gospel

then again, words are so meaningless

this noose leave me breathless

your eyes are still shout while you’re spilling your guts

and i feel you chocking on your own words while their world are crushed

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