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Dec 2014
sometimes i look up and all i can think is, my god, she's beautiful.
and sometimes all i want to hear is your voice, the way you get excited, the way you sound saying anything or saying my name.
And I know.
And all I want is to hear your point of view, your words, your thoughts, and I never give you time to say them. All I want is everything I push away. And I can feel this happening again, I can feel it coming to an end and I can feel this cab hurtling to a collision and I am trying so hard to stop it and I don't know how
I have never tried so hard to keep something, never tried so hard to be so good
And I have never failed this badly.
rook
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rook  Winston - Salem
(Winston - Salem)   
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