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What does it mean to wait, is it just an excuse to make myself believe in a return? I used to think second chances were only meant to come from good people. I now know we were tricked in to believing being genuine was the equivalent to having no self worth. I miss you. I miss the S4A who knew none of this is worth it. The girl who didn't care about anything but the sound of wind around genuine love. I thought we would meet again but it seems you're stuck in the turf of a football stadium. If I met her again I would tell her it wasn't worth it. I would show her around the things that used to embrace her. Take her to the sunset hoping she'd remember what she used to be most thankful for. I miss you ill be waiting at the nearest sunset for your return.
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Oct 5, 2022
Oct 5, 2022 at 5:44 PM UTC
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What does it mean to wait, is it just an excuse to make myself believe in a return? I used to think second chances were only meant to come from good people. I now know we were tricked in to believing being genuine was the equivalent to having no self worth. I miss you. I miss the S4A who knew none of this is worth it. The girl who didn't care about anything but the sound of wind around genuine love. I thought we would meet again but it seems you're stuck in the turf of a football stadium. If I met her again I would tell her it wasn't worth it. I would show her around the things that used to embrace her. Take her to the sunset hoping she'd remember what she used to be most thankful for. I miss you ill be waiting at the nearest sunset for your return.
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Oct 5, 2022
Oct 5, 2022 at 5:44 PM UTC
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