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the last string of words I would ever hear from you a solemn sunday night 4 am tears threatened papers slipped from my lap i think it was raining maybe it was me a shallow tapping lulled emotions continued then silence everything was numb my body my thoughts my being numb the clock ran backwards times changed stories rewritten to you it was nothing to me it was everything
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Aug 15, 2014
Aug 15, 2014 at 9:12 PM UTC
"keep it"
the last string of words I would ever hear from you a solemn sunday night 4 am tears threatened papers slipped from my lap i think it was raining maybe it was me a shallow tapping lulled emotions continued then silence everything was numb my body my thoughts my being numb the clock ran backwards times changed stories rewritten to you it was nothing to me it was everything
why did i ever listen to you
Asher-close
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Aug 15, 2014
Aug 15, 2014 at 9:12 PM UTC
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