I have wrote this before but maybe this time is for real
Not that I truly believe it but I’m hopeful
The wound you left is starting to heal
I can see other futures than waiting forever for you
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One day I may stumble upon this again
I have the bad habit of hitting furnitures
It will hurt the place for some days
The truth is company wasn’t in our nature
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I suppose the love will ever exist
It just doesn’t grow as before
I can write endless about this
But chasing after you no more
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