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Absalom M Aug 2015
I don't know what you have become. I look into your eyes and don't even see the real you. Your love towards me doesn't even feel real. I feel like I'm just another guy. But I'm way to young to be having feelings like this. I really just miss the old you more than anything. Forever thinking you will return to the old you when you were way more chill and our vibes were perfect. But forever showing me reasons why you won't..and..and that's what hurts the most, knowing that your never going back to how you were. Life has showed you new things. These new choices you have made is why I feel the way I do. You are with different friends doing different things while I'm in my bed thinking about you. And that **** is what hurts me the most.. But I guess this is life and everyone changes.
Just know I'm always gonna think about the Old You.
Absalom M Aug 2015
We're all just so lost. Eyes open seeing nothing. Feelings of love are different around this time, everything is so forced. Loving someone genuinely is gone. Sadness, Depression strikes so strong around this time. We're all just finding our selves. We want to be accepted and valued by others. It's funny how the word "love" is just threw around and misused, claiming we love someone..we don't even fully love ourselves. It's like we're all in one club just dancing in disguise, caring about other thoughts, wanting to be accepted..but yet we wonder why we go through this...
Absalom M Aug 2015
Death.
Rebelling against the reproduction of humans. Human achievements have slowly became nothing to me. Starting to look for different inspirations, want to be free from everything. My day is coming soon, that day...that day will start a new beginning for me. Everything I do now means nothing when that day comes, so then I ask myself what am I doing, where am I really going. I wake up and go through what we call life, hopping one day I grow up and begin to understand it.... Sadly I never got to
Death.

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