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I should probably stop with this talking in circles, Pacing the floor and wearing the carpet down
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The bittersweet taste of dreams gone by, Dying in a wasteland of maybe's and why-comes
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I wish I could run. I wish I was fast, fast enough to create a blur of grays and reds as I ran through the city. I wish cars would ponder a
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I wish people understood the power of their words.
I wish that when they spoke,
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The taste of your rejection is still resting on my tongue
Bittersweet, the flavor of the promise land you sold for cheap
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Dear Boy, I don't want to think that you're a man.
I want to remember cherub smiles and swingsets
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For the first time in months, I smiled And I laughed just to hear the sound
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I can't breathe. The air these days is suffocating,
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The past isn't supposed to be anything but spent emotions and a bag of useless memories
by think of me x
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on Apr 23 6:15 PM. In thoughts, angst, regret, life, sadness, remorse, pain, personal, relationships
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My hands are shaking while the earth beneath my feet is breaking Apart and my heart is aching because you're just walking away
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Cheeks grow hot and hands feel clumsy As toes draw circles on the grassy
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Just because I don't have the faith In higher beings, in the unseen
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I wrote your name in alphabet soup But then I had to throw it away
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One day you'll be proud of yourself. You'll look back on today and smile
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There's something In the smile
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The phone is just sitting there, laying there, resting there Mocking me, teasing me, testing my will power, see?
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Do you know the problem with kids these days?
That’s what my grandpa always used to say
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Muse to be found in the strangest of places
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i. looking at my reflection
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I think I'd like to be like homemade lemonade
The first thing you think of in the summer sun
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What. The. _____.
Doesn't it matter
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The cliff face is crumbling away, bit by bit, Exhausted by the tedious repetition of inaction.
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It's a scary feeling The tingling in your arm
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And it's like, everybody knows your name
And it's like, everybody knows your face
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I remember when we were little, When we first went to the beach...
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There's something about
The look in your eyes
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Lift your head off the desk
Wooden, rickety, fallen apart
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I miss writing for the simple pleasure of writing When nothing had to have a purpose, a reason
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Failure
Eating at your insides alive
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For the first time in a while, there's no fighting For not a soul is in the house again tonight
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I thought I should say thank you And maybe an "I'm sorry" while I'm at it
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