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Brian Nov 2015
those cold, cozy nights
2 am conversations-- those were to die for
the coolest books; movies that should be seen at least once
heaven knows you might actually be meant for me

you were one hell of a disaster;
a bitter-sweet disaster
I'm hoping that the boy next to you would die just to be with you
'cause I'd probably bleed myself just to feel your warmth again

the smell of that sweet heartbreak
I miss you;
you and your pale skin, curly brown hair and everything;
everything that makes you, oh so lovely
to Carla; and everything that reminds me of you.
Brian Dec 2015
I thought maybe we could share this last pack of cigarettes
maybe we could just feel each others warmth for the last time
I'm slowly crawling
We're drifting apart

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