Goodbye.
There is something good in every goodbye for even the saddest one.
“when I was younger, I saw my Lenti cry…
and curse on the wind.
she broke her own heart and I watched
as she tried to reassemble it
Maybe I know, somewhere deep in my soul
That love never lasts
And we’ve got to find other ways to make it alone
Or keep a straight face
I’ve got a tight grip on reality
But I can’t let go of what’s in front of me here
I know you’re leaving in the morning when you wake up
Leave me with some kind of proof, it’s not a dream…”
Goodbye Jess.
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