painted into a corner
not letting go it’s a form of
torture without a name and holding on not letting anyone down th humbled shoulders and driven there th language hurts th crying eyes someone holding on to something without a name th humbled shoulders not letting anyone down it’s a form of torture th crying eyes and driven there the language hurts and holding on not letting go painted into a corner someone holding on to something not letting anyone down
th crying eyes
th language hurts
it’s a form of torture without a name
and holding on
th humbled shoulders
and driven there
painted into a corner
not letting go
someone holding on to something
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