At the airport for the third time this weekend.
It sure is a funny place.
I mourne the loss of a person. I could have made her life much happier. Doesn't matter now though.
Letting go is easy nowadays. Something else is always right around the corner. I just don't know how things ever last though. I'm old but new.
How much longer can I keep living like this? I need to break this place before it does me.
Does it matter that I used to care? Does it mean anything that I thought you hung the moon? All these cruel pranks nowadays just wear me down.
Whenever I needed someone, where were you hiding?
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