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This collage is a farewell to my past, crafting a tapestry of memories woven within the echoes of a place once cherished — a sanctuary me and a special someone once called home. Amidst the melancholy hues that painted my days, I realized our love couldn't flourish in perpetual gloom -- what a waste. As I pack these fragments of our shared past, I embrace the bittersweet dance of departure, tenderly sifting through the sands of time, making room for the blooming petals of tomorrow's dawn.
This collage is a farewell to my past, crafting a tapestry of memories woven within the echoes of a place once cherished — a sanctuary me and a special someone once called home. Amidst the melancholy hues that painted my days, I realized our love couldn't flourish in perpetual gloom -- what a waste. As I pack these fragments of our shared past, I embrace the bittersweet dance of departure, tenderly sifting through the sands of time, making room for the blooming petals of tomorrow's dawn.
And as I leave, the typewriter says:
"You say I abandoned the ship
But I was going down with it
My white knuckle dying grip
Holding tight to your quiet resentment and
My friends said it isn't right to be scared
Every day of a love affair
Every breath feels like rarest air
When you're not sure if he wants to be there
So how much sad did you think I had,
Did you think I had in me?
How much tragedy?
Just how low did you think I'd go?
Before I'd self-implode
Before I'd have to go be free
You swore that you loved me but where were the clues?
I died on the altar waiting for the proof
You sacrificed us to the gods of your bluest days
And I'm just getting color back into my face
I'm just mad as hell cause I loved this place for
So long, London
Had a good run
A moment of warm sun
But I'm not the one
So long, London
Stitches undone
Two graves, one gun
You'll find someone..."
May divine grace shield us from the sorrowful burden of melancholic guys.
But I was going down with it
My white knuckle dying grip
Holding tight to your quiet resentment and
My friends said it isn't right to be scared
Every day of a love affair
Every breath feels like rarest air
When you're not sure if he wants to be there
So how much sad did you think I had,
Did you think I had in me?
How much tragedy?
Just how low did you think I'd go?
Before I'd self-implode
Before I'd have to go be free
You swore that you loved me but where were the clues?
I died on the altar waiting for the proof
You sacrificed us to the gods of your bluest days
And I'm just getting color back into my face
I'm just mad as hell cause I loved this place for
So long, London
Had a good run
A moment of warm sun
But I'm not the one
So long, London
Stitches undone
Two graves, one gun
You'll find someone..."
May divine grace shield us from the sorrowful burden of melancholic guys.
