Why on earth can’t I get over you

How do u still matter?

I try to let you go but the parts of you now me the US I can’t seem to set free

Every where I turn

In everything I do

The sun continues to burn my flesh but all I feel is you

What have you done to me

Please return myself

For sometimes I think the parts you took

Were the ones that loved best

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