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its been 40 weeks, 286 days, 6847 hours, 412475 minutes, 24748569.. 24748570.. 24748571.. seconds, a whole pregnancy since you decided to vacate this unbalanced soul of mine. a home you said you would never leave; but when the walls caved in and the roof started leaking, when the paint started peeling and the floors started creaking, you grew tired of paying out of pocket expenses to repair a home you no longer felt safe in. so you packed what little you brought, and left with what plenty you had gained. anytime a person enters they soon leave because your ghost still dances in these halls your eyes are the color of the walls your voice seeps in through the window. your scent still lingers here and it has made its home on the furniture. when the sun rises we see silhouettes of your body cascaded across the bed sheets. your soul still lives here, wandering around these rooms kissing the window panes. your body left this house, but you still live here. haunting me.
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Aug 19, 2019
Aug 19, 2019 at 1:53 PM UTC
Letters to you that you'll never read (pt.1)
its been 40 weeks, 286 days, 6847 hours, 412475 minutes, 24748569.. 24748570.. 24748571.. seconds, a whole pregnancy since you decided to vacate this unbalanced soul of mine. a home you said you would never leave; but when the walls caved in and the roof started leaking, when the paint started peeling and the floors started creaking, you grew tired of paying out of pocket expenses to repair a home you no longer felt safe in. so you packed what little you brought, and left with what plenty you had gained. anytime a person enters they soon leave because your ghost still dances in these halls your eyes are the color of the walls your voice seeps in through the window. your scent still lingers here and it has made its home on the furniture. when the sun rises we see silhouettes of your body cascaded across the bed sheets. your soul still lives here, wandering around these rooms kissing the window panes. your body left this house, but you still live here. haunting me.
#sad #love #heartbreak #death
london-blue-b
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Aug 19, 2019
Aug 19, 2019 at 1:53 PM UTC
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