Garbage Post: Broken Boat Never Float

I’ll go, but I’ll miss you too.

I wish you knew me, completely.

But my mysterious ways, have always, intrigued you.

So let gaps grow, distance flow, in pieces we should have discussed instead flushed into the unknown don’t know each other now I’m gone flown opportunities away got nothing else to say play silent until I’m not playing.

I’ll go first.

Wish you knew me, before I leave, one last try.

My well filled with goodies our family disconnected, history lost because we are strangers, even the love of my life took my time then walked off I get it, so farewell oh well is it a curse we exist to die outsiders to each other?

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