I love helping you through everything. I love to see you smile, but I’m done believing you’ll come around. I know you will never understand, and it probably doesn’t help that you don’t try. I’m not who you think I am, and you’re not who I think you are. “I'm a wandering soul, I'm still walking the line that leads me home alone. All I know I still got mountain to climb on my own.”
I love you enough to let you go, so why don’t I love you enough to let you know.
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