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to me you speak proverbs and Hymns and Hallelujahs If God isn't real, i know there is still a deity in you a broken deity a light that lived many lives a cackling joker if you may i cry and listen to simple songs that remind me you may have kissed the most beautiful face in the world and then i cry more because to have felt true love in this world just makes you a sucker and we both fell victim to euphoria we both fell victim to big thoughts and small gestures and big smiles hiding small lies i like to believe nothing is little but i am sad i love that you remember calendar dates because you only keep track of the things that you care about but you can't put a date on the day we both let these men deteriorate us decay is gradual i love that you value repetition in clothes, routines, and words but we lost ourselves in the Nights We Can't Remake and we keep driving night highways in search of the past pieces of our friend group but they choose pride over fellowship so they can chain the ones they want to marriage bands and empty vows thank you for teaching me that you can not try for brilliance instead it gravitates toward you through honesty and observation you are the most interesting story my life will ever get the chance to read
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Apr 19, 2015
Apr 19, 2015 at 2:28 AM UTC
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to me you speak proverbs and Hymns and Hallelujahs If God isn't real, i know there is still a deity in you a broken deity a light that lived many lives a cackling joker if you may i cry and listen to simple songs that remind me you may have kissed the most beautiful face in the world and then i cry more because to have felt true love in this world just makes you a sucker and we both fell victim to euphoria we both fell victim to big thoughts and small gestures and big smiles hiding small lies i like to believe nothing is little but i am sad i love that you remember calendar dates because you only keep track of the things that you care about but you can't put a date on the day we both let these men deteriorate us decay is gradual i love that you value repetition in clothes, routines, and words but we lost ourselves in the Nights We Can't Remake and we keep driving night highways in search of the past pieces of our friend group but they choose pride over fellowship so they can chain the ones they want to marriage bands and empty vows thank you for teaching me that you can not try for brilliance instead it gravitates toward you through honesty and observation you are the most interesting story my life will ever get the chance to read
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joanna-grace
Apr 19, 2015
Apr 19, 2015 at 2:28 AM UTC
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