I continue to protect generation after generation, even when I want to sleep.
in these pages you left behind, your lyrics left unfinished, i will write the rest of your song.
my breath comes out like mist, disappearing before my fingers.
i’m no longer 12, now 17, and i finally feel like i’m truly fine.
the sound is hollow.
maybe i can live with changes.
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