giving up, i guess

i'm giving up, i guess

he won't notice anyway

taking space is my revolt

it wouldn't work if i tried


i've been trying so hard

to actually talk to him

but anxiety takes form as my shadow

and haunts everyone away


sometimes we talk

and somedays it's pure silence

i can't keep track of it

so this is my way of taking some time


i'm giving up, i guess




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