Let Go

ARC

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the darkness in my heart

is as of yet intangible

but the blackness of my room consumes me

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it’s so late

and I should be asleep

but all I can think of

is him

(too beautiful for words)

and how he’s leaving

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my inkstained heart

poems on torn paper

broken thoughts

crooked lines

he has cherished me all this time

and I have adored him with blind eyes

but it all makes so much sense

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I’m in too deep now

drowning in down

choking on tears

it’s twelve-twelve

I can’t stay calm

(I’m sick of these vibes)

no dreams for me

no time to love anymore

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and when he leaves

I won’t ask for one last kiss

because that’s just so Casablanca