You needed a saviour 
I loved being needed 
Some things I wish we knew them earlier 
Look at the mess we've created 
We exposed hidden parts of ourselves 
Are we entitled to a finder's fee? 
We are better off apart, wouldn't you agree? 
It is always wise to let some things be 
We are now strangers with the same memories 
All that's left are rough nights with sad melodies 
But I see beautiful days ahead, let's celebrate in advance 
I don't like the taste of alcohol, but I'll drink to that
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- Published: June 9th, 2023 02:16
- Category: Reflection
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