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You don't have to keep saying sorry Regrets run down along my arms I try covering them up with Long sleeve shirts , I've made from memory I can't keep the past behind me, a week ago I ran into a picture of myself , I've been wondering what my smile has felt like since I've forgotten those things long ago Who I use to be , maybe that's   why I stay up late now trying to remember But its even worse when you figure it all out   It gets hard to sleep when you know Who you are waking up in the morning A couple of days ago the fireplace lit up something inside of me Smell of smoke still lingers in the kitchen ,whenever people stop by they ask "have you been trying to set yourself on fire" I smile Wonder if they know what is to become of a child who pretended the second hand smoke was fog and happy endings were over when the coughing started I layed my happy endings in a coffin long before the lighters started showing up You expect them to know how easy it is to burn , I want to tell them how I've made ashes of myself How I don't know if I'm more afraid of being buried or cremated alive But I smile And hope it gives them something to believe in ,to remember me by other then my first name
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Aug 13, 2015
Aug 13, 2015 at 10:58 PM UTC
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You don't have to keep saying sorry Regrets run down along my arms I try covering them up with Long sleeve shirts , I've made from memory I can't keep the past behind me, a week ago I ran into a picture of myself , I've been wondering what my smile has felt like since I've forgotten those things long ago Who I use to be , maybe that's   why I stay up late now trying to remember But its even worse when you figure it all out   It gets hard to sleep when you know Who you are waking up in the morning A couple of days ago the fireplace lit up something inside of me Smell of smoke still lingers in the kitchen ,whenever people stop by they ask "have you been trying to set yourself on fire" I smile Wonder if they know what is to become of a child who pretended the second hand smoke was fog and happy endings were over when the coughing started I layed my happy endings in a coffin long before the lighters started showing up You expect them to know how easy it is to burn , I want to tell them how I've made ashes of myself How I don't know if I'm more afraid of being buried or cremated alive But I smile And hope it gives them something to believe in ,to remember me by other then my first name
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Aug 13, 2015
Aug 13, 2015 at 10:58 PM UTC
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