I have long since come to accept that you chose a different way.
I can even say it out loud to myself and my tears will stay away.
Sometimes I am convinced that I am well and everything is fine.
Yet still come days of soft shadow, remembering how you were mine.
Mar 6, 2020
Mar 6, 2020 at 11:06 PM UTC
I have long since come to accept that you chose a different way.
I can even say it out loud to myself and my tears will stay away.
Sometimes I am convinced that I am well and everything is fine.
Yet still come days of soft shadow, remembering how you were mine.
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