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I'll ask myself the same questions a thousand times only to discover a thousand more times that there is no answer. And time has brought out it's needle and thread to repair damages neither of us wanted to inflict on one another. And the future is looking awfully blurry and it kills me that I can't hold your hand anymore. But our muscles are weak from holding this together and it's too hard to rest with these knots in our throats. And I'm going to cry sometimes but it doesn't mean that I hate you or that I blame you, it means that what we had was so ablsolutly genuine.
I can't stop myself from remembering laughing with you in your bed before we both fell asleep and you singing with your stereo while tapping my knee.
I'm sorry I had to break down today. I really would have avoided it if given the choice but by then we were both too bloody to see eachother clear anymore and all good things have to come to an end?
Let's not say end because that's not what we are. You still live in my heart and I would love to be welcomed into yours every once in a while.
I'm not ready to cut you out. And I hope that's not an inconvience.
I can't stop myself from remembering laughing with you in your bed before we both fell asleep and you singing with your stereo while tapping my knee.
I'm sorry I had to break down today. I really would have avoided it if given the choice but by then we were both too bloody to see eachother clear anymore and all good things have to come to an end?
Let's not say end because that's not what we are. You still live in my heart and I would love to be welcomed into yours every once in a while.
I'm not ready to cut you out. And I hope that's not an inconvience.