I thought you were mine.
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I think about you a lot.
All the time, actually.
In the morning, at night,
in the middle of my day. It's you.
It's just always you.
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the people around me all want to die.
we don’t think that we’re serious, we will joke and we will taunt and will throw that word around death, and laugh in its face and make it a mockery because oh, he is a close friend.
but when we all go home and lay in our beds with the blinds drawn shut and covers up over our ears and the word still sits comfortably in the front of our minds, we will all get just a little bit scared.
we will wonder if the joke has gone too far;
we will know it was never a joke.
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is there anyone who prefers the darkness of the night and not the warmth of the day? you said you always loved the night scenery over the blinding daylight
but as the darkness sets in...your eyes search for those tiny balls of light up in the sky...you complain there's nothing to look at when there's no moon...a cloudy night sky is your least favourite cause then there's just a huge mass of darkness to stare at
so do you, do you really not prefer the warmth that darkness lacks? that i lack?
cause i only ever felt coldness and a void within me that i doubt could ever be dotted with anything warm
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you said we need to take space.
i will give you space.
as much as you want.
cause i know you deserve space from me.
but when i saw the girl and boy in front of me,
laughing their hearts out,
i wish you were here.
holding me close to your chest.
the pair of the eyes you fell in love with,
(or the ones i hope you fell in love with)
are filled with tears
with the love they have for you.
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You think attention is love and that’s why you suffer so deeply.
- Evan Sanders
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will i always be this angry?
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It was April and she was the saddest thing under the sun.
Khush Bakht via wordedarchive
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How can you be so close yet feel so far?
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I think about you a lot.
All the time, actually.
In the morning, at night,
in the middle of my day. It's you.
It's just always you.
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My heart cannot contain the love I have for you
It is spilling out into my soul
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Sometimes people don’t want to hear the truth because they don’t want their illusions destroyed.
- Friedrich Nietzsche
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