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august is almost over.
and the memories it held are fading away.
its time to forget about you.
and where we would lay when 10 people were in the room.
how you would take my cigarettes and not give them back until you thought i really needed one. the bruises that remind me of you everytime i look at them. ill forget about how you used to hold me between your legs trying to keep me warm. and how you used to call me beautiful even when i looked like shit. as much as i will miss thinking of you. i cant do it anymore. it wasnt my fault.
i guess this is goodbye. this time theres no picking up the phone.
and the memories it held are fading away.
its time to forget about you.
and where we would lay when 10 people were in the room.
how you would take my cigarettes and not give them back until you thought i really needed one. the bruises that remind me of you everytime i look at them. ill forget about how you used to hold me between your legs trying to keep me warm. and how you used to call me beautiful even when i looked like shit. as much as i will miss thinking of you. i cant do it anymore. it wasnt my fault.
i guess this is goodbye. this time theres no picking up the phone.