Dec 10
Never going back again,
that old bridge
on a snowy day.
But I'm there every other day
inside of my mind.
Ain't even my friends,
not half of them.
Not anymore.
But I'm certain that
we used to be.
that old bridge
on a snowy day.
But I'm there every other day
inside of my mind.
Ain't even my friends,
not half of them.
Not anymore.
But I'm certain that
we used to be.
(30/M)
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