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I'm estranged from who I used to be Sometimes I miss what we had, you and me The line trills while your phone rings but we Keep missing each other's summons for unity I'm tired of leaving messages you're too tired to hear Next thing we know we've dug holes too deep I can't climb anymore Our upper body's too weak And this cove is starting to look like home More and more the more strength we yield Maybe we're not meant to be Maybe my self is better off Without me
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May 19
May 19, 2026 at 3:18 PM UTC
Without We
I'm estranged from who I used to be Sometimes I miss what we had, you and me The line trills while your phone rings but we Keep missing each other's summons for unity I'm tired of leaving messages you're too tired to hear Next thing we know we've dug holes too deep I can't climb anymore Our upper body's too weak And this cove is starting to look like home More and more the more strength we yield Maybe we're not meant to be Maybe my self is better off Without me
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May 19
May 19, 2026 at 3:18 PM UTC
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