Where the River Flows in Okay

  • March 12, 2026, 2:34 a.m.
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Fear to tread here
This place is no longer for you
It's not a safe space or otherwise
It is the rose petal on a match stick 
Your indifference, rudeness
And insults
Will no longer be tolerated
These words and the songs from before 
Were never earned
What's Left of You
When I listen to it, it's just...
Regret




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