Here I am, sitting at the stool,
having a thought of you,
missing your presence,
I wish you're here with me,
Regretting
The choices I made.
Here I am, standing across the shore,
wanting to be with you,
begging you,
please come back,
still regretting,
That I left you.
Here I am, lying on my bed,
thinking of what I might do,
letting go?
Should I start to forget you?
Will I?
Or should I?
Mar 23, 2016
Mar 23, 2016 at 11:40 PM UTC
Here I am, sitting at the stool,
having a thought of you,
missing your presence,
I wish you're here with me,
Regretting
The choices I made.
Here I am, standing across the shore,
wanting to be with you,
begging you,
please come back,
still regretting,
That I left you.
Here I am, lying on my bed,
thinking of what I might do,
letting go?
Should I start to forget you?
Will I?
Or should I?
Idk why I wrote this haha am just broken i think lol
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