P R E Q U E L
Monday, September 1, 2014
September.
I know you won't be there tomorrow
I have to know that
Because the worst death is the one with hope so near
So I'm sparing myself pain,
Really
Can anything be better than bittersweet anymore?
Another sun soaked season
Fades away.
Happy first of September, my sanity.
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