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we play the waiting game every day it seems waiting for you to get better waiting for you to become the mother waiting for you to make a life that i fit into i’m sick of being an extra piece that can so easily be forgotten or swept under the rug like dirt so i’m sorry for being okay enough to let go when i wanted you to hold me i’ve waited long enough spent my entire life in line now i’m just tired
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Nov 2, 2020
Nov 2, 2020 at 10:10 AM UTC
maybe when she's dead and gone i'll get some sleep
we play the waiting game every day it seems waiting for you to get better waiting for you to become the mother waiting for you to make a life that i fit into i’m sick of being an extra piece that can so easily be forgotten or swept under the rug like dirt so i’m sorry for being okay enough to let go when i wanted you to hold me i’ve waited long enough spent my entire life in line now i’m just tired
title is from the song "Leader of the Landslide" by The Lumineers
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25/F/new york
Nov 2, 2020
Nov 2, 2020 at 10:10 AM UTC
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