The ground beneath my feet is mending
The ice in my heart is meltingWhen I hear your name my heart doesn't race
When I see your face my heart doesn't breakI think I finally can catch a break
It's weird not to miss you
It's weird not to kiss youBut this broken promise that you said you'd keep
Is finally laid at easeThe sound of tomorrow finally sounds appealing
The sound of seeing you finally sounds eye openingI'm okay without you
I'm okay on my own
What a weird thing to say that I'm better off alone...
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Dreamland
PoetryDreamland: the only place I can truly be myself, which is something I'm not sure I know how to be in reality