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it’s like this doc,

I think a lot I can’t get out my own head I want to be present more I want to be here and that don’t mean I wanna die but I’m not here doc I want to be here I want to be focused towards something I want to live doc I’m here because I want to live.

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Ciara

Long walks on the beach did not get us here; nor did we stare into each other’s eyes until boulders shrunk into stones. When we hurt each other, we let time. And all the wrong people we ran to made for good stories. I know some days romance & love & magic are required, but when that feeling is drained, we will once again look to the door but choose to remain.

 

 

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