I’ve fought so hard to not lose a piece of me, but being with you I see that I’m sacrificing a different piece of me. This voice inside has been eating at me, I can no longer embrace this beautiful picture I’ve created in my head out of hope and love. I can’t be the only artist on our picture.
all the time I’ve wasted hoping you’d come around with just a little more time. But I can’t regret, looking back I see I had to do that for me. I had to feel I gave what I could.
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