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memory lane is paved with nostalgia.
“Everybody will help you,
Some people are very kind.
But if I can save you any time,
Come on, give it to me,
I’ll keep it with mine.
I can’t help it if you might think I am odd
If I say I’m not loving you for what you are
But for what you’re not.
Everybody will help you,
Discover what you set out to find
But if I can save you any time,
Come on, give it to me,
I’ll keep it with mine. ”
this space is turning into a ode
to my insecurities, its all you.
keeping me at the edges.
i can see how you’re unravelling.
i said that i would take care of you.
you can not be replaced.