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What we all regretedWho's listening anymore? This story's old news, they've all lost interest.What we all regreted
Do you even remember what life was? Passing through on borrowed time - that's all we ever do anymore -
locking ourselves in a room with no floor. Who says I need to breathe? Who told you life was not worth living?
First loves are great at the time so we've been told. But they cripple and break like ice, underfoot; faster than you'd expect.
Forsaken little child. I see your tears. I didn't mean to leave you,
but sometimes life gets too hard... Too hard for one hear
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lung and in wuvComposure is harder than it appears.lung and in wuv
I miss you. And your flaws. But mostly how you laugh when we joke around.
And your twisted sense of humor. You know this is killing me.
But babe, if I could go back in time it would still be you. It would always be you.
I'm getting the idea that no amount of fondness can make up for a lack of initiative. That was my fault, by the way.
I think it all was, actually.
by ~doorsaddict
I dream of youif i were to write you, what would be left is crossed out sentiments.I dream of you
today was the first day of rain of fall, i believe the first sad day since the end of the rhyme of anther season. once in a few blue moons
i disregard the identity that life i've led up to that point to be forth coming.
unlocking what others only glimpse from a distance.
climbing trees. watches life pass. don't let you go. don't let me go on silent. don't let the rain wash this away.
by ~doorsaddict
Scenes from the massacre infantile squallsScenes from the massacre
break the moons hold over the living. crimson leaves drop to the ground soaking into the hardened dirt. arms and boughs shudder in the wind small fingers, brittle twigs, devoid of life wave to those passing under.
travelers avert their eyes -
hum rock-a-bye to the empty night. "sleep now. rest your heads..."
the dilapidated tree bends heavy with the souls of a future lost. the darkened sky echoes with cries &
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