Love comes seasons change, love goes we rearrange

So let love leave me and the confession remain in the past

Because I’ve moved past your waiting room and moved to a realm of self-love

Having a beautiful life is essential

But I long and hope for a beautiful death in my own arms of solitude and comfort

Because I inspire me and I support myself, and I am a shining star.

So the sky isn’t my limit but my stepping stone into my universe

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