Where the Almosts Go

I don’t know how to quit you 

I should’ve never tried to challenge the stars 


We break deep, shards in the hands of different lovers

I wade through the almosts, wondering if you could’ve been the one


Control freak, retired

I leave it in the hands of fate this time


Slew and slain again

My bain until the end 


I don’t know how to outgrow you

I wade through the almosts, wondering if you could’ve been the one

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