of what held me tight was close enough for my escape... I fell again,
and where were you my crutch my need my everything. There's not a
question of sincerity, but a question of what used to be... And for
right now, I'm moving in the only way I know how. And that's what I
have to do. An escape may never be but I must try... To be seen..
Once more I'm sorry for all that's been lost- promises broken... I'm
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