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I don't dream of you,
Like you'd want me to.
We're tied to those days,
In so many ways,
Pulling cords of what I knew.
We cannot change, or rearrange,
The progress of this fall.
I only find,
Small piece of mind,
Knowing you...
Never held my strings at all.
Just wanted to do a little something today. Turned out to be an emo Glissa! But don't worry, we take great care of her. She's just a bit emotionally unstable. Who isn't? Sorting out our darkness let little cracks of light shine through! Don't let the past tether you too it, and string you up. Sometimes, to get a grip, you must let go.