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goodb--She was never really thereMore Like This
Slowly threading the needle
Barely catching up
Brutal winds held her back
Fierce tides pushed her under
They said it was impossible
It was
She pricked her finger
Let the wind push her down
Drowned in her own sorrow
It was her fault
She brought it on herself
Never fighting hard enough
So now she's gone
And I don't even care enough to say goodbye
Sta.sh
