Track 15 On Repeat. Comments

I sit and think of you when there is nothing else for me to do, when the silence gets the best of me. The things my body does when it wants to one blink of an eye and my brain is switched on.

Silence runs like a knife in my chest, feelings first before i even know what caused it, i haven't cried in so long i forget how to.
Suffering is my kryptonite, it clothes me like my anxieties first cousin.
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