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Dec 2016
THE PAST IS DEAD AND GONE, YOU GET NOTHING FROM LIVING THERE…
BUT IT’S YOU, IT’S ALWAYS BEEN YOU.
I FELT LESS ALONE WHEN I DIDN’T KNOW YOU.
I WISH WE HAD NEVER MET, I WISH WE HAD NEVER MET…
I TRIED TO RUIN MYSELF BEFORE YOU COULD.
WE RUINED EACH OTHER.
I AM THE RUINS OF WHAT WERE ONCE YOUR DREAMS.
i hate that your music is good
i hate that your music is good
i hate that i still care
i hate that i still care
i don’t want to remember anything
EVERYTHING I DO IS AN ATTEMPT TO FORGET YOU.
MY AURA USED TO BE BRILLIANT AND GOLDEN.
WHEN YOU TOUCHED MY PSYCHE IT TURNED GRAVE GREEN.
SUCH SWEET SORROW; I THRIVE ON BROKEN HEARTS.
MINE, YOURS, HIS, HERS.
i have not seen your face in ages
i have not seen your face in ages
i have not been able to breathe
i have not been able to breathe*
i hate that your music is good
i don’t want to remember anything
i shouldn't still be writing about you!
ellie danes
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ellie danes  20/F
(20/F)   
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   Rose, NvrMnd, ---, ---, Weeping willow and 1 other
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