I won’t go back to the plays I once lived in…

I won’t return to the place where I died within…

The past has nothing to keep me anymore…

Fear was never the reason I lived for…

You try to drag me back…

Eyes so dark I only see endless black.

But I won’t let you have me when I’d rather die…

Anything would be better than to be your wasted supply.

Posted by:Lauren Kim

🦋 I write my own stories, breathing in life & love by my heart's endless daydreams.

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