Some day I hope you read this message

It’ll be mailed to you directly

You know it’s highly suggested

That anything you have to speak on

You should just go ahead and express it

Release the feeling of egg shell

It cracks louder the harder you press it

So I miss you but this is fate

Stood in the rain

Drenched as long as I could take

Something that felt so authentic

Turned out to be so fake

I’m so in love with my decision

To leave this cycle

& drift away.

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