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The faint familiarity of nostalgia Begins to set in once again. What happened to everything we could have been? It was our own definition of lov..

to whom I hope to see in my future but with low expectations of doing so

I always thought You were the humming coursing through my veins Until I realized I am just the dust on your fingertips It led me to war Between ..

There is nothing beautiful about Crumpling to the floor at 2am And begging yourself to hang on There is nothing beautiful about Turning your bod..

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