This is the only lonely picture waiting on my floor, littering my shore.
This is he last true burning letter given to a girl written by a boy,
Living in a world created to destroy.
But if I built you a city,
Would you let me?
Would you tear it down?
But there you go for the last time.
I finally know now what I shouldve known then.
And I could still be
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