Way too many times, you say you're done.
This isn't your job, this shouldn't be happening.
You're losing yourself. You're going to drown.
You're sinking in, dragged back to the hell you once were.
Another crack, suffocating, letting go, you want to go.
You're going to.
You're forgetting that the tighter you hold onto something,
the further it would go once you let go.
They say I'll miss the things I leave behind, but trust me when I say,
I won't, I hadn't, I'd never. Once I get over it, I'll never get back to it.
-riri-
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