it seems like 'sorry' doesn't mean anything anymore.
the best times don't come fast enough anymore
and the best times of the past are already fading from my mental capacity.
other side of the pond there's happiness
but i'm a sinker not a swimmer.
my bodies filled with heavy bones that flail and fail.
i need the chance to make silly mistakes that only result in good memories.
there aren't any holes that need filling.
just longing that needs to happen.
time doesn't realize i'm ready.
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