I just wanted you to know how hard it is
To let go all of this
But then again
What’s there to miss?
Standing at the cliff
No rope to climb with
I don’t even have a picture
Think I burned all of my sister
Doesn’t mean I never miss her
Writing on the sand, on the stalls, it’s my fault nobody calls
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There’s plenty to miss and there’s plenty that would miss you.
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Old habits are hard to break tho. Wanting change means becoming someone new – and often – losing relationships along the way (ai did not write this)
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I know it’s your own work, I have followed your blog for a long time. Change can be very good.
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