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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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