Friday, December 19, 2025

How

How I run 
From the thing 

That keeps me afloat 
Then return 

Like I never left
The careful self-sabotage

All too evident.


A song ?

this small town
Has the love

All the love I need 
You see

The folks here
They are not rich

But they have good hearts
They'll know if you're hurting

And they'll give you a comforting hug
And if nothing else

This old town is like a friend
A buddy you can always come back to
This old town

Oh
This old


Lovely
Little town

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