Woven
If she hadn't have torn me to pieces, completely broken up, I would
have never found the one to masterfully put me back together, woven ever
so tightly with something never intertwined before.
But then there are nights that I ask myself:
"How strange is it that I'm not even able to ask you how you are? "
But then there are nights that I ask myself:
"How strange is it that I'm not even able to ask you how you are? "
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