help me.
can someone make it stop, please? everything. just.... stop it.
how do you live on when no one wants to stay in your garden?
when you realize you're best is somebody's not enough.
there's just wind in my garden, pernament state of death. you took all the flowers i took so much time to grow.
my soil is barren and i don't think i believe in spring anymore.
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