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stumbled upon but strangely fitting still

It was October and instead of lying beneath you I left you alone. I walked along the road until I met the tree line Where I went to collect samples..

heartbreak again all over again and i'm so tired of being the other girl

trying not to lose my soul again.

in which we enter the old city

in which there are ghosts and wanderers

for when you cannot feel the rain

so i won't forget

but then things became complicated

i was not used to being beautiful