HIM.

I'M JUST SO TIRED AND SCARED

AND SAD BECAUSE YOU DON'T 

SEE ME THE WAY I SEE YOU AND 

YOU'RE THE HUMMING IN MY 

VIENS WHILE I'M JUST THE DUST 

ON YOUR FINGERTIPS
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