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  • Writer: Jonathon Tonioli
    Jonathon Tonioli
  • Sep 30, 2024
  • 1 min read

Let it end, let it end, let it end.

I cannot do it

I cannot make it.

I am worthless


Take me, take me, take me

I cannot function

I cannot be that

I do not fit.


Done, done, done

I am pouting

I hate this

How can it be love?

 
 
 

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