Tonight we will feast with our wine glasses full. Spilling it on all of my white. Have I not ruined enough already? Who am I to cling to monthly leases? To a home that's washed away. I am out here now, and you are already on your way home. Distance won't let me hold you back anymore. Run away with whom you wish. She'll take you places I can't
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i miss you.
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