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separation builds the color fades its not the same a yawning pit opens between us i cannot reach across i do not even try i don't want to see i... and i don't know why but i let the distance grow and all i feel is relief those bonds i don't have to care about anymore soon, and I'm counting the days does that make me awful?
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Jan 28, 2021
Jan 28, 2021 at 7:36 PM UTC
gray canyon
separation builds the color fades its not the same a yawning pit opens between us i cannot reach across i do not even try i don't want to see i... and i don't know why but i let the distance grow and all i feel is relief those bonds i don't have to care about anymore soon, and I'm counting the days does that make me awful?
sometimes, distance is the only solution. sometimes, you have to give people up
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Jan 28, 2021
Jan 28, 2021 at 7:36 PM UTC
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