Everyone has a place or person, They go back to at the end of the day, But I keep running to myself, With my own problems and thoughts, And keep telling myself, I will figure it out for you, You don't
I've wasted too many of my young years, Loving half heartedly, Yet getting hurt, Healing and unlearning, The ways I knew to love, And forgetting how it feels, To be loved. I've wasted too many of my y
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