Wishing on it never led to much of anything.
But it has a story now, a body, a face.
I'd better now go and uncling it outta my memory.
But somehow I stand still up to this fallen grace.
It might've felt like misery, I admit.
It may appear as it is still for now.
I'm indecisive if to keep it within,
or straight up let it all out.
running on empty
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