i am not a convinent store.
i will not stay lit,
with welcome mats,
and fresh coffee,
just waiting, patiently for your arrival.
i'm through keeping these doors open
and leaving the light on for you.
come knock on my door
when you're willing to open up for me.
i'm losing grip of you.
but i don't know if i'm even holding on anymore
or just letting you slip thru my fingers
because i'm tired of the struggle.
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