(09:54 am)
I don't wanna go
please come and rescue me
take me away from here
I don't want anyone else
but you to look into the
deepest
parts of me
I can't stand it
knowing somebody
can see me clearer
than you ever could
take me away, before
they tare me open
please
Neoma
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Night Changes
Poetry» Though they are apart, she still thinks of him and speak to him through words written «
