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I'm tired of trusting all the wrong people.

I don't know how to be me anymore. I don't know how to be around people, I don't know how to be alone ( Read more... )

Every night, I'm praying you'll be alive the next morning.
This isn't about me missing you anymore. If it were just me, I'll be fine. I'll be the only one in pain.
But it's not just about me, not anymore.
In two years, will you still be alive?

Will I still be alive?

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