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It hurts Not because of the void of today Not because I no longer get to call your name But because you know how much of a procrastinator I am You know, I'm disorganized, I never plan My vision has always been vacant But you want to know why it hurts? Why my ego and my pride took such a hit, the wounds still burn? It's because I envisioned a future I saw you and I, together I started planning, I created a calendar Just so our lives could fit better So, yeah, it doesn't hurt because of the present Or because of what happened then It hurts because letting you go meant letting go of our future Of the only source of certainty in my calendar
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Jan 26, 2018
Jan 26, 2018 at 12:38 AM UTC
A procrastinator with a calendar
It hurts Not because of the void of today Not because I no longer get to call your name But because you know how much of a procrastinator I am You know, I'm disorganized, I never plan My vision has always been vacant But you want to know why it hurts? Why my ego and my pride took such a hit, the wounds still burn? It's because I envisioned a future I saw you and I, together I started planning, I created a calendar Just so our lives could fit better So, yeah, it doesn't hurt because of the present Or because of what happened then It hurts because letting you go meant letting go of our future Of the only source of certainty in my calendar
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Jan 26, 2018
Jan 26, 2018 at 12:38 AM UTC
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