I don't look to far behind.
Our time is short, and never with a goodbye.
I try and tell myself, hey this is how it is supposed to be...
But in the back of my head I know this is transitional for me
You are in your place, you know where you want to be
I am in between. Wishing it were clean. Wishing the insides of my life were
so clear cut. As to labeled Left or Right. But fair not little Libra the road is never clearly marked
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