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Sitting in this dark room and waiting for another angry fix to ring my door bell, you've given me an unbearable weight to carry upon these shoulders.D..
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I keep telling myself that he loves me.
He loves me. He loves me. He loves me.
But no matter how many timesI repeat it to myself,
I can't see why...
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I hung up the phone after you fell asleep on me for the thousandth time and sighed heavily. I rolled over to my side and the only question conquering ..
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At one point, we worked. We worked so well. We laughed, we played, we adored. Everything fell into place. The world became our playground and the peop..
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This is something I wrote back in middle school. It was a hard time in my life hence the dark theme. Things have changed drastically. I'm a lot happie..
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You called me one evening with the hope that I'd answer my phone upon seeing your name flashconsistently. The fucked up part is that I did answer, wit..
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I sat in the back behind the driver's seat while I listened to Jeff Buckley. I watched as she twirled her hair and ran her fingers through. I got this..
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Sitting at this blank page, with my coffee at my right and Jeff Buckley singing in my ears, down to my heart, spreading through my veins, right into m..
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Your eyes are always so blueSo blue, it could put the ocean water to shame.I looked into them and the tears were always ready to fire.I could hold you..
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I remember standing in your living room with my tears splattered on the floorand your hands laid open, drenched with regret.We wept and we screamed an..
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