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The sunken in couch cushions remind me of
your absence when it's late at night, and I'm
waiting for texts that won't come. Somewhere
you're asleep in a bed that we should've been
sharing, but the only thing that fills the
places your warm breath should have been is
the dull ringing in my ears from your silence.
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The sunken in couch cushions remind me of
your absence when it's late at night, and I'm
waiting for texts that won't come. Somewhere
you're asleep in a bed that we should've been
sharing, but the only thing that fills the
places your warm breath should have been is
the dull ringing in my ears from your silence.
☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾
☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾
iloveyouiloveyouiloveyouiloveyouiloveyou
with no spaces in between, no room for any
exceptions.
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iloveyouiloveyouiloveyouiloveyouiloveyou
with no spaces in between, no room for any
exceptions.
☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾
☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾
We are soft, malleable things behind our
brittle masks. We dance to the music of
of our dying days, and the champagne tastes
a little bit like sadness, but maybe if we
drink enough of it we will drown. I'm sick
of wanting things I can't have. I'm sick
of feeling sick, with my life, with myself.
I'm sick of gritting my teeth for people
who would sooner punch through them.
I'm sick of smiling for a world that doesn't
want to look me in the eyes.
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We are soft, malleable things behind our
brittle masks. We dance to the music of
of our dying days, and the champagne tastes
a little bit like sadness, but maybe if we
drink enough of it we will drown. I'm sick
of wanting things I can't have. I'm sick
of feeling sick, with my life, with myself.
I'm sick of gritting my teeth for people
who would sooner punch through them.
I'm sick of smiling for a world that doesn't
want to look me in the eyes.
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"Eyes"
Original poem by Christine Vega
Yes, on the outside I'm smiling and laughing.
But if you stare deeper
into my eyes,
You'll see right
through my little lies.
On the inside I'm dying and cracking.
Bruising, burning, and bleeding.
Searching, confused and
I don't know what to do.
Look into my eyes and you will see the truth.
On the inside I'm dying and cracking.
Bruising, burning, and bleeding.
Searching, confused and
I don't know what to do.
Look into my eyes and you will see the truth.
LIFE
人生とは何？
人生ってどう生きればいいの？
君は苦しい思いしてたの？
君が消せない。。もういないのに
