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I remember the little things from 2AM the sound of the typewriter Eternal Sunshine for the spotless mind playing in the background the faint smell of coffee I remember the big things from 3AM how loud your voice was when you yelled at me all the broken glass laying around the strong smell of blood I remember the words from 4AM "I love you" "But I can't do this" "Its me, not you" I remember the tastes from 5AM Salty tears and hard liquor I remember at 6AM Thinking that I'm not a morning person and crawled into bed
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Dec 18, 2015
Dec 18, 2015 at 3:24 PM UTC
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I remember the little things from 2AM the sound of the typewriter Eternal Sunshine for the spotless mind playing in the background the faint smell of coffee I remember the big things from 3AM how loud your voice was when you yelled at me all the broken glass laying around the strong smell of blood I remember the words from 4AM "I love you" "But I can't do this" "Its me, not you" I remember the tastes from 5AM Salty tears and hard liquor I remember at 6AM Thinking that I'm not a morning person and crawled into bed
I'm super proud of this one, idk why but I am.
#love#goodbye#night#am#lostlove#morning#latenights#longnights
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Dec 18, 2015
Dec 18, 2015 at 3:24 PM UTC
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