Houston...
I try to mend things that are forever broken.
Let me drift away.
Don't help me.
I will find my way.
Houston we have a problem.
I believe it's time I relinquish my past, which you are apart of.
With you
My happiness
Under restriction.
Trying with you again is pointless.
I'm drowning in defeat and disappointment.
Houston you are my problem.
I can't hide from you anymore.
I must encounter the road of confrontation.
Tedious and weary, but staggering because it leads to your nature.
May 31, 2017
May 31, 2017 at 12:10 PM UTC
Houston...
I try to mend things that are forever broken.
Let me drift away.
Don't help me.
I will find my way.
Houston we have a problem.
I believe it's time I relinquish my past, which you are apart of.
With you
My happiness
Under restriction.
Trying with you again is pointless.
I'm drowning in defeat and disappointment.
Houston you are my problem.
I can't hide from you anymore.
I must encounter the road of confrontation.
Tedious and weary, but staggering because it leads to your nature.
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