I hear the wind calling my name
Telling me to move on, to move on from youSo here I am with my bags packed, ready to leave without your goodbye
Do you truly care?
Do you care if I leave without a trace
Will my presence be missed by you
Or am I just a distant memoryI often think about what your doing
How your life is going
But then I hear the wind and the soft rain on the concrete telling me to move onTelling me to let the current of your absence wash away, along with the memories...
I hope that your well
But that's all I hope for
I don't wish to see you again
I've moved onI've taken my bags and finally let myself be carried away by the wind, not looking back
I hope you remember me fondly, because those memories are the only thing that will be left of what was you and me...
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Dreamland
ΠοίησηDreamland: the only place I can truly be myself, which is something I'm not sure I know how to be in reality