Somehow I already know
how it ends,
even before it begins.
Call it some type of
clairvoyance.
But you were unexpected;
you weren't part of the plan.
I chased you from the
comfort of the only path I knew,
and now all that I know
is how lost I'd be
without you.
Mar 4, 2019
Mar 4, 2019 at 12:10 AM UTC
Somehow I already know
how it ends,
even before it begins.
Call it some type of
clairvoyance.
But you were unexpected;
you weren't part of the plan.
I chased you from the
comfort of the only path I knew,
and now all that I know
is how lost I'd be
without you.
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