writing a novel, a hundred thousand pages, about the things that she's been through, there's no ending, but she's tired of waiting, for shattered dreams to come true
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is that what i wanted, is that what i needed, for her open wounds, to go on untreated
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lookin' in her eyes, seeing more than blue, free of all the fears that she's been fighting, the life she's living now, has got pages left, maybe she and i can end her writing
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