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L Jan 2016
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We used to spend lazy days in bed, listening to the birds wake restless sleepers. The sun would cast shadows over us and in moments like those, I thought I couldn't love you more...
The glory of morning is for fools entangled.
I hate remembering you
The memories make me sick

Leigh
L Jan 2016
I can't escape the past
And it makes me want to die
  Jan 2016 L
E Townsend
14w
i believe in permanent strings
rather than stitches that come undone in a week.
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