I'm beginning to wonder why I ever questioned myself. I've let go of so much and I'm struggling to find anything worth holding on to from this scrapbook. Every beginning is replaced with the ending everyone knew would happen. Sometimes you just can't feel it until it's real.
There's a confidence that you'll never truly grasp. Don't worry, dear, it's not arrogance anymore. Let's call it a sense of power and authority confined to boundaries that life continues to define.
I can't hold on to this anymore, dear.
I can't fight the growth.
I left [you] miles ago.
Don't you see it?
There's no need to try and understand.
It's my new direction.
It's the point.
[you're] still there.
1. Let's travel the atlantic. Bring your camera and we'll make a new world of memories.
2. Let's drive with no destination in mind. Put a flower in your ear and we'll take a picture.
We know the me that's with [you].
I've found myself without [you].
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