...
what can i say?
i was young, once.
i always followed my heart and i believed i was being true to myself, and now....
now i did a bad, bad thing.
and i have so much weight on me.
and i have to be standpatter.
and i have to play the woman, with tough feet and hands, and i
can't look west,
even for a minute. i remember
how you left me
and in that moment i could
disappear...
but i'm here.
i'll be right here....
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