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▪︎Until the Sun is down▪︎ The sun isn't down yet.

▪︎Until the Sun is down▪︎

The sun isn't down yet. Don't leave, let's watch the nightfall together. Don't leave for, my heart is not done telling you things about myself. Things that are not related to you though, but they feel you need to know about them.

《Captioned》 ▪︎Until the Sun is Down▪︎

The sun isn't down yet. Don't leave, let's watch the nightfall together. Don't leave for, my heart is not done telling you things about myself.Things that are not related to you though, but they feel you need to know about them.

So, here I am, sitting beside you asking you not to leave for a little longer, clutching the secrets with my jaws that are ready to jump out and holding the belief in my eyes, that my words will reach the range of your understanding. Just don't leave.

Because, I need to tell you about the nights, my mom cried silently craving a hug from my dad. I need to tell you about the time I found my dad's poetry on his journal and how my tears brimmed of my eyes 'cause that was probably the only thing he rendered me with before he left.
▪︎Until the Sun is down▪︎

The sun isn't down yet. Don't leave, let's watch the nightfall together. Don't leave for, my heart is not done telling you things about myself. Things that are not related to you though, but they feel you need to know about them.

《Captioned》 ▪︎Until the Sun is Down▪︎

The sun isn't down yet. Don't leave, let's watch the nightfall together. Don't leave for, my heart is not done telling you things about myself.Things that are not related to you though, but they feel you need to know about them.

So, here I am, sitting beside you asking you not to leave for a little longer, clutching the secrets with my jaws that are ready to jump out and holding the belief in my eyes, that my words will reach the range of your understanding. Just don't leave.

Because, I need to tell you about the nights, my mom cried silently craving a hug from my dad. I need to tell you about the time I found my dad's poetry on his journal and how my tears brimmed of my eyes 'cause that was probably the only thing he rendered me with before he left.
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