Ride (7/4/22)

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It's not the objects that she gave back that broke my heart,
but the good memories turn to bad

The memories behind each one we shared,
thought I was the only one who remembered

Now she got new friends,
fake and materialistic

I knew it'd be like this,
still I'm thankful for the ride

The wind don't feel the same anymore,
some days I don't think it ever will

Just know I'll ride,
for myself not you

You made it finally click,
if I can ride for myself can anyone even compete?

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