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her words my thoughts

She said

You not going anywhere

I’m not going anywhere

So what can you fuck up...

 

How bout the possibilities 

Of what’s to come

If we become

My past life

Now interfering with my now

I carry old wounds

Scars from her

Not wanting them 

To become you

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Just Like Always ►

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