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The truth is that I miss you And It’s hard to fight the distance The truth is I ain’t ready- to do this but I can’t miss it But the truth is nobody is ready And the pain is that we need to grow And I hate how I lived so cynical Because vulnerable is hard over the phone And I hate using the word demon I think It’s a bitter cliche But what other word can sum up The i m a g e r y inside of the pain. So maybe I am protective But I swear that I can try To open up a little more If you could just give me some time.
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Mar 3, 2018
Mar 3, 2018 at 12:18 AM UTC
Vulnerable
The truth is that I miss you And It’s hard to fight the distance The truth is I ain’t ready- to do this but I can’t miss it But the truth is nobody is ready And the pain is that we need to grow And I hate how I lived so cynical Because vulnerable is hard over the phone And I hate using the word demon I think It’s a bitter cliche But what other word can sum up The i m a g e r y inside of the pain. So maybe I am protective But I swear that I can try To open up a little more If you could just give me some time.
Sxulace
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23/M/Canada
Mar 3, 2018
Mar 3, 2018 at 12:18 AM UTC
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