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I really wish things were different, I miss you Mr.

This madness of mine held firm in place of years of knowlege keep me steady when Iam thinking of the future. I am sick to death of focusing my f..

I stand here before you not as an angel to hand you my offer for you to refuse. It is written in my best hand from pens left on the bus on cof..

Take a sip This cup Held to your lips Poison to others Healing to you It's me Let it in Focus on the burn Relish the sensation Feel the ..

I would lie to myself forever if this turned out to be fake. If honesty would take you away from me I would live the rest of my life in contempt. ..

It's been a pleasure.

What did I know? I was living on borrowed time And you had the prettiest watch I had ever seen. Of course I felt it That inevitable moment Where..

I am drowning. Wading below the surface and trying to breathe Growing accustomed to gasping as you hold the air just out of my reach. Just like ..

How far from perfect the glimpse the nod the exit. Ours is a story retold rebuilt removed from the public. Andyou are gone. As am I. How..

I am heartbroken tonight unable to sleep after this excuse for a day. I am holding back tonight not quite sure what I want to say and why my hear..