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weeks and months. turned into weeks and days. This is it. Its all going to happen soon. Im so fucking depressed. You can hear it in my voice. I can hear it when I talk. How the fuck am i going to deal with this? the answer lies within the future
I never really had a problem because of leaving
But everything reminds me of her this evening
So if i seem a little out of it, sorry
But why should i lie?
Everything reminds me of her
The spin of the earth impaled a silhouette of the sun on the steeple
And i got to hear the same sermon all the time now from you people
Why are you staring into outer space, crying?
Just because you came across it, and lost it
Everything reminds me of her
Everything reminds me of her
Everything reminds me of her