Don't leave...is what I'd like to say to you..
but I don't.
Cuz I know,it wont change anything..
as such is not to be forced.
And I would sound immature,
And desperate.
But deep inside I am repeating,
The sound of immaturity and desperation.
World is round, and the ball bounces..
I'm lurking around, collecting the pieces.
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