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:: This dream ::
Why do you have my songs on repeat. Why do you look at me like you don't want to say so many things. Why do you smile the way you do. Why didn't we have anything to say to each other on the way home. Why do i just feel like taking your hand whenever we don't speak. ...why do i miss you already. So many questions running through all at once- i just don't have the answers to them all. I don't even understand most of these questions and i just don't have the power to answer them all - not at least now. I don't want to let go and i don't want you to go away, at least not like this. But i don't hold the answers. This looks like the powerless end to my 12 day leave. I just don't want to miss you tonight. ...i don't want this dream to end _ spoken. at 1:07 AM |
"Point your gun in another direction — now that you've cried yourself to sleep."
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