| I remember feeling as though she would never leave because she
couldn't. I remember not being able to leave. I remember leaving. I
remember like it was yesterday.
I remember this (always remember I never forget)
paralysis. It is the only way to describe this feeling - lack thereof.
Love is not boastful and love is not loud. Why won't this FIX ME. Love
will tear us apart and I never would have thought he could leave
(Everything comes to an end)
I am thinking about everything in the entirely wrong manner. But as much as I hate myself, I hate everyone else a lot more.
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| I believe in _you staying _here until I can _leave
with you.
Do you believe? You can leave. You know I'd never tell them.
(Weren't you taught right from wrong?)
I don't think you should kiss him again.
Human nature studies the patterns of when making waves in your life doesn't have a definition you need to step up to the plate baby.
Bent. |
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| Uh, it depends?
If I close my eyes, I can almost taste the sweat that was dripping off of him but [I] never spoke.
Trumpet trompone sax, guitar and bass
his apartment was full of air (and breathe)
this must be cloud nine (relatively)
obscurity is "in" i suppose, but my vocabulary doesn't reach far past "doppelganger" and thanks to my best friend I can look down at you finally
and I ain't guilty at all , n/ahhhh |
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| W_ANTING
N_EEDING
W_AITING
FOR Y_OU
to
J(U(S(T(I(F(Y) my L o vv e____ |
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| hahahahaha
teach me to dance man!
I don't want anything from you that I can't touch. Why don't you think about this for a little while.
I'm not going to talk anymore. Doesn't everyone wish they could just be guessed at all the time?
1) the floor is too shiny for this to be real
2) why are you so consumed with assuring yourself this isn't a dream
3) everything costs something and i'm flat broke
Why don't you think about this. For a lit!tle while? |
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