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Closure
I wish I could tell you how I felt.
Instead, I wrote my heart on a page.
I bled art while thinking of you,
Holding you captive in my ribcage.
You and your heart, on the other hand,
Changed and moved on pretty fast.
I should've realized we...
Instead, I wrote my heart on a page.
I bled art while thinking of you,
Holding you captive in my ribcage.
You and your heart, on the other hand,
Changed and moved on pretty fast.
I should've realized we...
