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I still have your picture on the wall. At night before I go to bed I look at our photos and remember how you were in that exact moment in time. It makes me sad, but it makes me happy at the same time and gives me hope that that's still who you are. In the morning I wake up to your face on the wall and I build up the courage to get ready to face another day knowing neither of us will ever be that way again. I ought to take the pictures down... maybe just one more night, maybe tomorrow, maybe, maybe.
I saved petals for when you'd love me again. They wilted but I refuse to accept they are dead. I think this is something I have to accept. Wilted flowers don't grow new. The stems are damaged, there is no room for new growth. How sad, flowers are so beautiful when they're alive. Remember when we were alive? I can't remember the last time I felt alive.
Forgive me, its been awhile since I've spoken my mind. Currently, this is my only refuge.
I saved petals for when you'd love me again. They wilted but I refuse to accept they are dead. I think this is something I have to accept. Wilted flowers don't grow new. The stems are damaged, there is no room for new growth. How sad, flowers are so beautiful when they're alive. Remember when we were alive? I can't remember the last time I felt alive.
Forgive me, its been awhile since I've spoken my mind. Currently, this is my only refuge.