Bournemouth nr 40: Goodbye

No
This is wrong.
It's not right.
 
I don't want to go.
I don't want to leave you.
I don't want to leave it,
deceive it.
 
I guess I didn't expect to feel.
I didn't expect I'd be sad for real.
 I'm holding on to the ones I can't get.
Holding on,
on the very last step.
 
Goodbye Bournemouth.
Thank you for every single thing.
Thanks for the hard times,
but more importantly for the good.
 
The way that I feel is
the way that I should.
 


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