Reminiscing of yesterdays and yester years, yester months, and yester fears.
And he knows just what to say to make me feel priceless. But you're the one who always makes me feel worthless.
And we'll pretend
we don't feel alone
when feeling alone
is the closet we've ever felt
to home.
I fell in love with chance and fate. How they aligned so perfectly at exactly the right moment to have everything fall into place.
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