I think I've let her go,
Its hard, I know.
I write, n wish it reaches her,
Its not even her I want now,
Its my minds own way to torture me,
I am its prisoner,
Can just wish to be free.
Its hard, I know.
I write, n wish it reaches her,
Its not even her I want now,
Its my minds own way to torture me,
I am its prisoner,
Can just wish to be free.
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