January 2011
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I find myself here quite often, burrowed deep within a wasteland of my own thoughts, haunted by what could have been, what should have been. Bittersweet memories; they taunt me like playground bullies; malicious, vicious and cruel. Hush now. You’re just memories; things of the past, you shouldn’t exist here anymore. How I yearn for sweet solitude of the mind.
Cause you’re in love with love, You’re not in love with him. And I can tell by the way you play it off, You don’t know what you’re doing to him.
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I’m so pathetic
you were perfect, bet you’ve forgotten me by now right?
And yet, still, I want nothing more than for you to come back to me Because once upon a time baby; you were my everything ♥
