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Dec 2012 · 547
Red
Red
half-baked she laid on the red satin sheets
feelings watched
as usual
the house was old
what could she say?
Dec 2012 · 1.0k
France
thick hips and soft lips
you remind me of home
your cloudy thoughts drift up into dreams of far away countries and forbidden romances
of running far from all this.
from funning far from the thoughts of him and the cold thoughts of her
i hate you
for letting me leave
but i love you
for letting me go
its not fair how fate hands me you
then takes you away
ITS NOT FAIR
i dont mean to shout
but its not
and i hate you
0r i hate that i love you
and i hate that i forgot how to love
because nothing mattered after you
nothing at all
so now
ill drown myself
in the misery of mainstream mistakes
because nothing mattered after you
after me
after us
my love

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