| Can't I be a mystery?
a sight that you don't have to see.
Can I hold your hand and let you go?
Can you understand but never know? |
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September was good to me.
PuisiSeptember was good to me. But it was also bad too. [poems of my seasonal depression and other things]
between you and me
| Can't I be a mystery?
a sight that you don't have to see.
Can I hold your hand and let you go?
Can you understand but never know? |