I don't always have the right words
I know I'm such an imperfect girl,
but I can try again tomorrow
I have secrets too,
but I want to hold
things that are true
I wish I could comprehend
the stealthy whispers of the wind,
I can't see past today
it's as topsy-turvy as ever,
and tomorrow could turn into never
I don't want to go
until all of them know
Author notes
This is basically about how today can be anyone's last day and it's such a tragedy when people don't tell others how much they mean to them.
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