When I was younger I saw my daddy cry, and curse at the wind. He broke his own heart and I watched as he tried to reassemble it.
And my momma swore that she would never let herself forget.
And that was the day that I promised Id never sing of love, if it does not exist.
💔❤💔❤💔❤💔❤💔❤💔❤💔
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