Every time I tried to sew the seams
It always came out looking worse
I thought I’d found the girl of my dreams
But I wasn’t the boy in hers
I went through that summer drowning in grief
Over me depression had ruled
She stole it away like a professional thief
Help lead me to the edge of the pool
Now I’m over the darkness, I’m over the pain
The pity that
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bear with my emoness for a little while longer, and I'll be back to the same old Jon soon enough. Eventually.
Take however long you need.
*thinks of something that would be good enough to say* ... *hugs tightly*
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