For understanding takes time
I won’t be there by then
Don’t judge me so soon
Do judge me it’s fine
Indulge or not, I don’t care
The open book will be fair
One last breath to cover
The rest of this story.
The future seems bright
They lure you with light
The past was bright
They shower you with light.
I’ll never write home again.
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