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[May. 14th, 2020|09:34 pm] |
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I keep you with me in my heart, xxx |
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[Mar. 2nd, 2009|09:06 pm] |
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Don't try to wake me up. Even if the sun really does come out tomorrow. Don't believe anything you say. Anymore, in the morn, in the morning. Bricks to this old house are breaking. Steel would have weathered but now forlorning. It's alarming how loud the silence screams. No warn, no warn, no warning. Addictions fill the table where the family used to sit. And conversate. Conversate to the sounds. To the sounds of a record player. With it's jumping needle and the lights that grow dim over time
With downcast eyes. There's more to living than being alive With downcast eyes. There's more to living than being alive
Are you where you thought you'd be. So beautiful and only twenty-three. Opposition rests in the hearts. With no, with no, with no opportunity. It's not that we don't talk. It's just no one really listens and honesty fades. Like a politician lost in the course. All smiles and no one remembers our names
I'M FABIAN/BIANXOR & I DID THIS! CREDIT ME OKAY! (L) ANBERLIN Alexithymia |
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