
Who would notice?
Who would care?
Where would i be?
Where will you?
How can i leave when theres too much to leave behind.
Why are things all so intertwined
I live one life and Hide the rest
I live how i should be
I'll die how i am.
The cracks between the paving stones Look like rivers of flowing veins. Let me flow into the ocean, Let me get back to the sea. Let me be stormy and let me be calm, Let the tide in, and set me free.
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