Un-Fuckin-Titled 8
Un-Fuckin-Titled 8

Inside my mind I feel it all
And I owe you more than
I can offer,
I come around to visit you
In a place forever dark,
The sheet pulled over my face
as I run blindly
away from what is
chasing me.
I collectively remember
all the times I was
comforted
by you,
And although you'll never
know or understand
how much you helped
I can honestly say that
because of you
I have willingly
made it out
alive.


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