Im sorry G, im waiting on you, and i cant touch anyone, so im in pain, and all my ptsd, and then my nightmares every night, not to mention the tapeworm infestation
Its really hard, G
Then i think youre going to fall for it all again, as if it were a cancer,
And im frightened of your hatred coming back
And so, tonight, my mind’s gone crazy
It had a heart attack
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