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Remember that day you sat in your room? silence was a comforting melody Did he ever love me? You dragged yourself over to your shelf, picked up a bottle of *** Never mind a cup, the pain you were feeling couldn't be measured with a specific amount of alcohol entering your body All you could remember is what you did on that bed together You kissed Made love to each other Cried about lost dreams and made new ones together *We will have 5 kids, Etzio is our son, Delilah, Charlotte, summer, and Lillian We will have them workout with us Accept them for what our parents didn't accept us for Love them unconditionally Love each other unconditionally You will travel with me for my competitions and I will be sitting and supporting you in every case you will be talking in I want to die in your arms and never live a day without telling you that I love you* Now I'm drunk You're gone The memories are haunting me I can't sleep My dream catcher seems to be one of the lies I'm getting used to now Your lies.
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Feb 7, 2014
Feb 7, 2014 at 9:31 PM UTC
Dream catcher
Remember that day you sat in your room? silence was a comforting melody Did he ever love me? You dragged yourself over to your shelf, picked up a bottle of *** Never mind a cup, the pain you were feeling couldn't be measured with a specific amount of alcohol entering your body All you could remember is what you did on that bed together You kissed Made love to each other Cried about lost dreams and made new ones together *We will have 5 kids, Etzio is our son, Delilah, Charlotte, summer, and Lillian We will have them workout with us Accept them for what our parents didn't accept us for Love them unconditionally Love each other unconditionally You will travel with me for my competitions and I will be sitting and supporting you in every case you will be talking in I want to die in your arms and never live a day without telling you that I love you* Now I'm drunk You're gone The memories are haunting me I can't sleep My dream catcher seems to be one of the lies I'm getting used to now Your lies.
Apparently he still loves me.
delilah-summers
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Feb 7, 2014
Feb 7, 2014 at 9:31 PM UTC
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