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I used to love September, but now it just rhymes with remember.

looked within my eyes and said baby don’t cry, i’m still alive this world of mine where we don’t coexist and your death was always the wish i live, you grace the loss as your tombstone means nothing like what it says go…

There was something really crazy about the way you said my name.

Unfortunately, your want was different than mine and your mind was more youthful than mine, always changing from time to time.

He loaded the bullet and begun roulette, wrote about how I smelled like whiskey and regret. His eyes said upset while his mouth spoke, it’s time to accept.

yelling, screaming, saw a side of me you had never seen the truth was all there, my fears were all of you our conversation was genuine, but the words i forced how you saw my rage, anger and forces you’ve never you said …

You stole my soul but I figured it was because you needed it more.

I’m a very intense person. The way I look in your eyes, my stance, how I walk and choose my words. The way I say your name and the look in my eye that says I need you here. I have an extremely distinct aptitude for the …

We looked at each other, smiled and agreed that maybe I’m too intense. Then we ate our food and I just smirked because I knew it was true. lunch with my ex

walking the line and playing blind holding onto things i shouldn’t, grasping feelings i thought i couldn’t vine to vine and sunset into the night walking franklin, sitting, remenecising with thoughts of the cemetery dea…