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Apr 2016
50 years from now, I will be living with my soulmate, who isn't you. You'll be standing there, with your mouth open, gaping at my picture perfect life.
50 years from now, I will in love with someone who is real, who isn't you. I hope I crushed your heart, like you did with mine. I opened up to you, hoping you'll save me. But, you didn't. You sunk me.

50 years from now, I'll be trying to forget you. I smash you out of my life, like you did to me. But, I'll never forgot, like I want to do. I'll drop out of your mind like a stone, but you'll stay in mine.

I just hope you'll be okay. No smoking or drinking. Just stay safe. That's my wish

We'll both forgot the breeze/Most of the time/So it is -Damien Rice (Blower's Daughter)
allie
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allie  20/F/London
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