So in the end, darling
In the end, I think I will sit back with a pencil in my grasp
And write what I feel,
With honesty rawer than one with nothing to lose.
Because who am I, if not someone who breathes words?
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So in the end, darling
In the end, I think I will sit back with a pencil in my grasp
And write what I feel,
With honesty rawer than one with nothing to lose.
Because who am I, if not someone who breathes words?