Pack up and leave

Run over the past

And watch the present become miniscule

In your rear view mirror

You saw me

You heard me

Cry

Don’t be to hasty with your call to say you’ll never forget

We both know you don’t reminisce

All the memories are wasted

I owe you nothing

I will probably re-read this two months from now and say to myself 'stefanie, you sound like a total ass. never try this serious rubbish again.' but oh well

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