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 Jan 2015 Karina
Sliver Jones
I wonder what really matters in the end the story ,the journey the mistakes or the adventures that brought us here the regrets or the promise made in those moments the acting or the telling of those feelings, finding it or losing we were just caught in-between of it sunsets or sunrises all i've ever wanted was to be your goodnights and good mornings, fill my heart with everything build it up to the skies let our love reach to the galaxys even after you were long gone i could feel your arms wrapped around me feel the imprint of your kisses on my soul i'll remember it all like it a picture hanging in the corner of my mind i'll never let go even if i'm grabing onto nothing you watched me fall into a hole and threw dirt upon me hide behind good intentions, sloppy *** excuses all those half-truths you spit out to keep me in the drak my heart is in knots, all twsited up inside and all i taste is bitter acid

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