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good news. the world still spins around the universe sunset and sunrise just like before. everything still seems to move on the way it always has. even without you here. even when it seems the world inside me has stopped the world around me never stops moving never missing a beat day after day slamming into you knocking the air from your lungs kissing your open mouth on the way out reminding you that just as easily as something, someone can be brought into your life, they can be taken out. i linger on the corner of moving on and forgetting and the pathways look all too similar. down one, the stars dance with the moon cloaking the world in darkness. down the other, street lamps tease the midnight air, flickering on and off, hiding what's just around the corner and in the end, it doesn't matter which road i take because while i linger on the corner of moving on and forgetting i still wear your watch to work.
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Aug 1, 2015
Aug 1, 2015 at 4:12 PM UTC
i wear your watch to work
good news. the world still spins around the universe sunset and sunrise just like before. everything still seems to move on the way it always has. even without you here. even when it seems the world inside me has stopped the world around me never stops moving never missing a beat day after day slamming into you knocking the air from your lungs kissing your open mouth on the way out reminding you that just as easily as something, someone can be brought into your life, they can be taken out. i linger on the corner of moving on and forgetting and the pathways look all too similar. down one, the stars dance with the moon cloaking the world in darkness. down the other, street lamps tease the midnight air, flickering on and off, hiding what's just around the corner and in the end, it doesn't matter which road i take because while i linger on the corner of moving on and forgetting i still wear your watch to work.
rylee-cracroft
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Aug 1, 2015
Aug 1, 2015 at 4:12 PM UTC
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