The sculpture
Holding your hand looking up to you watching as you mold me into the person you want me to be the person you yearn to say you're proud of. but when you said your goodbyes and told me, it wasn't our time i sat in the seat you sat in before to sculpt me out and now as you return and you see im no longer the person you wanted me to be I am now, simply just. me.
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