You stopped reaching in to lift me up from my self-loathing.
The focus and attention left the us we created together.
I live an aftermath of trying to escape my personal hell.
But how can I when I’m already gone?
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You stopped reaching in to lift me up from my self-loathing.
The focus and attention left the us we created together.
I live an aftermath of trying to escape my personal hell.
But how can I when I’m already gone?
