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  • christian baez
    • May 3, 2019
    • 1 min read

the fools who dream

So anyway, I'm leaving. Leaving you. Leaving our special place. Leaving behind the years of disbelief you gave to me... you were the greatest act. You showed me a world away from reality. 27 years, you were with me. And somehow it hurts to leave you behind. And somehow it hurts to feel myself slipping through your fingers. And somehow it hurts that I'm letting myself fall. For what, you ask. For love. For uninhibited love, my dear young self.

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