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little pieces of paper with lorazepam written on them

i need you back
come back i can’t
stand it here without you
please
you are the only thing that i want
he isn’t good for you
listen to me
listen
please
i am here
i am here
you don’t need to die
i will be here with my arms wide open
my arms have been open for four years
but i’m not good enough for you
i’m not as good as men on the internet that you don’t know
why are you playing with my emotions again
why
my first love poem was
written 4 years ago
for you
and i’m still not
anything to you
will this ever change
will you ever change

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