Get In The Car
Looking back on us, I think it was inevitable that we would end up bitter and reeling from the disappointment of everything that was gold that turned gray. All the potential we had, stored up inside us waiting to be made right only wronged over and over again. Everything that made us anything was too outweighed by deceit and confrontation to ever have been something beautiful. I see that now, but she doesn't. You told me your concerned, about changing her. Making her more like you.
Well you should be.
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