Ill Admit
Im scared I'll admit
to be on my own
no ones hand to hold
its just me or will be
here soon theres no more
sunday brunches and afternoon family games
its me alone in a big city
i cant walk three houses down to see her
my best friend
but im independent so maybe I've got this
and maybe i don"t
here i come New York City.......
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