The bed is bigger,
The park is quieter,
The drives are longer,
The thoughts are louder.
Nothing shines as bright,
Nothing ends this fight.
I will make it through,
Because I have to.
Aug 21, 2022
Aug 21, 2022 at 12:02 AM UTC
The bed is bigger,
The park is quieter,
The drives are longer,
The thoughts are louder.
Nothing shines as bright,
Nothing ends this fight.
I will make it through,
Because I have to.
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