Hello again, August.
Empty-handed again I see.
Nothing to offer.
Rather you'd be empty-handed
than with handfuls of disappointment.
All I ask, fade slowly.
Give a girl some hope.
Love aint the answer, nor is work. The truth eludes me so much it hurts, but I'm still having fun and I guess that's the key,I'm a twentysomething and I'll keep bein' me
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