breakaway

I'll spread my wings and I'll learn how to fly, I'll do what it takes till I touch the sky
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i think i'm over you.

yea, i think i am.

there's no more tears when i look at you.

the well's dried up.

you'll get no more love,

not from me at least.

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2:20 AM  //  Out of the darkness and into the sun


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