In my misery, I found myself.
By leaving me, you lost yourself.
Tell me, was it worth it?
Because for me, it is.W. 12102019.
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#35: Worth
In my misery, I found myself.
By leaving me, you lost yourself.
Tell me, was it worth it?
Because for me, it is.W. 12102019.