Though I may be thin, I don't let anyone in but I can't help but let this begin. Though I maybe be cold and I feel I am growing old, please baby just come back home. I'm tired of feeling alone. Tell me how to let go. Love, I know you're doing fine. Your chapters end so well. Love, I love your welling eyes. They're happy, I can tell. Love, I know you'll be alright but I can't help but feel sorry. 'Cause love, your book will end alright. Mine is a different story.
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