you say you are leaving, well, theres the front door, i wont try to stop you, don't think i'll say one word, too many mornings we've reached this same ledge, stop, don't go, things will be different, but you're mistaken this time, today i'll keep quiet and silently let you pass, don't look back and plead for you're cause, you will find another, one that cares about death more than i, today, i'll be okay, tomorrow, maybe i'll miss you...Birth sign: Libra
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