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 Dec 2013 Taylor Jennica
Lindsey
Nothing is wrong
But everything is wrong
There’s no reason for this sadness,
But it’s inescapable
It’s pulling me down, drowning me
Over and over again
Lost in this sea of thoughts
Unable to find the way home
Tired of being here,
But unable to move
So lonely, but so unable to talk
So exhausted,
But always awake
The waves of guilt and shame never sleep
 Dec 2013 Taylor Jennica
rosey
The good moments will always be in my my soul.
The times we spent will always will go on with me.
The tears that I cried will always stain my face.
I know you will leave me for another,
and I will be a fool to follow you.
Your eyes look at another,
But i still look at you.
To see you move on,
Getting further away.
The distance growing more.
With your back turned against me.
I try not to follow,
But I still do,
And fall and crumble down all again,
When i see the sight of you.
You wave goodbye to me.
Tears streaming down my face in the inside.
Smiling on the outside,
just for you,
Because i don't want you too see how much i am suffering
alone in the dark.
Its hard to say goodbye,
But I know i will always love you.
And never get over the fact
That you are truly gone.
Third times the charm;
Yeah for a limb, like a leg or an arm;
Give me long enough to think about it;
And if it's really worth the charge;
I just want a kiss on the cheek;
Nothing more, maybe less;
I just want to see you in a dress;
Happy I'm happy, because its been so long;
But that won't happen;
Even though it very well could;
Very well should;
Because I'm all alone;
Burning the fire, burning the wood;
Please just run into me;
Literally like you didn't even notice;
I'll be as nice as can be, remember me?
Terrible old me;
Who crumbles like Winter leaves;
Under the weight of leaves;
Just like last time i saw you;
Part of me died when I saw you leave.
 Dec 2013 Taylor Jennica
mae
You think I'm perfect.
You think my life is great.
You think I have no worries.
You see, that's what I want you to think.
It's all one big illusion.
No one will ever know the real me.
The me that crys herself to sleep.
The me that is depressed.
The me that uses a razor to drain my pain.
I must be the best illusionist because
You think I'm perfect.

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