I've inherited it from you
My hair gold and my eyes green
What I didn't inherit is a destiny
I've got to get my own one
So let me fly away no matter how much it hurts
No matter how close you wish me to be
I'm not letting it consume me
Your love and care can be suffocating
Don't you see?
A Short Letter
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