I wanted to write every day
I stopped a week ago
I don't think it's lost
The intentions still there
Wavering,
Waiting on a hair
To push me left or right
but staying between the lines
is good enough for me here
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I wanted to write every day
I stopped a week ago
I don't think it's lost
The intentions still there
Wavering,
Waiting on a hair
To push me left or right
but staying between the lines
is good enough for me here
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