Don't try to hold my hand when
yours are full of loneliness.
I won't be able to mop up
the mess that's left and I
like what I have in my
hands right now.
Like healing and learning-and writing.
Yeah, that's good for me.
I don't have room to dwell on you
cause you'd be disappointed and
I would have nothing to carry.
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