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Leaving

The words can’t come out.
Right now I don’t even know what you’re about.
Confusion, confusion.
Maybe this all was an illusion.
She told me that I deserve better,
And I really need to get my stuff together
And leave what I’ve always known.
Maybe I was wrong, this was never my home.





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