3:30am
3:30am\
12/12/12
By: Sami LaRose
No longer do I sit on the edge of my of my bed waiting for your phone calls at 3:30am;
That relationship is dead.
It's nice to say I let it go
As time went on I knew I was bound to grow
The loneliness has turned my heart to stone [or so cold]
But the Florence sunlight came in helped me let you go, she helped me to learn how to grow
Self-healing and no longer self-medicated
Healthy, happy, young and free
These are the things in which we often take for granted, yes; but not me.
So take a chance and maybe a fall, because you never know, life really is worth it all.
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