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everything i write is such utter nonsense
the only way i can justify what i wrote back then is by believing that
back then
at that moment
it was the most real thing to me.
i felt those things 100%
now, things are completely different
walking down the long hallway i've walked a million time =s before to get to work
i think
a whole year ago.
walking through this same hall
chasing the same exact lights
i felt differently
dressed
thought
talked
i was completely different.
happier, sadder, in love, infatuated, drunk, high
so many different things
in one long hallway.
i'll be moving soon
and i'll no longer have to walk that
now
dreadfully long and lonely
hallway
filled to the brim of memories
i want to burn bridges and cut off all of the old me.
in hopes that i can start dreaming new dreams
the only way i can justify what i wrote back then is by believing that
back then
at that moment
it was the most real thing to me.
i felt those things 100%
now, things are completely different
walking down the long hallway i've walked a million time =s before to get to work
i think
a whole year ago.
walking through this same hall
chasing the same exact lights
i felt differently
dressed
thought
talked
i was completely different.
happier, sadder, in love, infatuated, drunk, high
so many different things
in one long hallway.
i'll be moving soon
and i'll no longer have to walk that
now
dreadfully long and lonely
hallway
filled to the brim of memories
i want to burn bridges and cut off all of the old me.
in hopes that i can start dreaming new dreams