at 1:37 midnight lany thoughts

she doesn’t talk much about what she feels.

some nights, she just lets lany play
and remembers what used to mean something.

it’s not about sadness anymore

just the quiet kind of peace
that comes after learning to let go.

maybe that’s what growing up feels like

missing things, but not wanting them back.
just a soft memory, fading in rhythm,
every note of malibu nights
becoming a place she once called home.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ

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