Leave me?
Déjà vû.
You look at me like I'm see through
But,
Everything you think you see,
Wasn't everything there was to me.
Mom says "light a candle, burn some incense" but Mom my inner sense is the only thing stopping me from burning myself to the ground.
Sorry, i can't save me now,
I am aware of my heart; it opens and closes
And i guess I'm an Alexi thy mic now.
Besides all,
My little heart is great, for the burdens it carries.
Brave little heart!
Soulfully written, byutifo!
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