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[nipplehats]

So here I find myself,
On the Eve of Goodbye.
Assessing the cracks,
Running up through the sky.
Judging whether to fix,
Or give up and create.
Or letting time heal,
Putting my trust into fate.
Either way it’s a gamble,
A conundrum of choice.
And what I would do for your face,
And what I would do for you voice.
We started so strong,
So fast and with haste.
And this love I did feel,
I smelt, saw, and could taste.
So here I find myself,
With my glass half empty with fear.
Tipping it back,
On the Eve of a Tear.