# nineteen
oh those city lights
still hold too much memories
we can’t burn, ignite
oh those could’ve beens
still hold us to the winter
no more rain come spring
oh those songs we sang
still hold words we force useless
we’ll never accept
oh is it that strange
that the reason i heal now
is why i’m wounded
[i n t h e f i r s t p l a c e]
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Posted on Monday July 18th
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