His eyes can write a whole romance novel

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Yes! I’m that girl who cries over Nostalgia

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Thinking of the day
We promised each other,
how impossible it seems
we would stay without one for the other us,
for each other.

Somewhere, in a book
stored away with the rest of
his things is the flowers,
he gave me, pressed and dried.
A moment frozen in time.
A reminder of us
The running, the dancing, the laughing.
A reminder he was taken from me.

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Friendship turned more into Friend-shit.

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And Yeah, I like the way he likes me
And then he stopped liking me,
This is what bothering me.

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Without even getting started,
The end of the story is ours.
Half for you and half for me.
Leaving the memories!

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Only right it’s only right,
I stand at my ground all alone,
Trusting that days get brighter after the loneliest nights.

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Why is it hurting?
May be what you had was real.
May be you’re not mad, you’re just hurt.
May be you wasn’t mean to be.
May be you shouldn’t have got attached.
May be you never seen it coming.
May be you should let that go.

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I might be a rose room full of daisies.
But I’ve got more thorns than the soft petals

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DEPRESSION


I thought,
“I’ll push down these feelings,
Put on a smile :)
and ignore the heaviness that weighs on my heart.”
It never worked

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