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I read letters you never wrote folded and unfolded hidden in the empty space of your leaving coat I take a drag of my last cigarette and take a sip from our glass of old regrets I listen to sad songs that mean nothing and pray for the peace I know should come but nothing seems to bring I unpack empty suitcases filled with all the things your leaving told I lacked I sleep with ghosts your monsters   my regrets and our memories but what we really need is just to let it be I wish I could say you could hold on to the old promises but the truth is simply this this nothing that resides where your lies used to hide this is all that remains of what used to sustain
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Dec 2, 2015
Dec 2, 2015 at 4:23 PM UTC
Its Late
I read letters you never wrote folded and unfolded hidden in the empty space of your leaving coat I take a drag of my last cigarette and take a sip from our glass of old regrets I listen to sad songs that mean nothing and pray for the peace I know should come but nothing seems to bring I unpack empty suitcases filled with all the things your leaving told I lacked I sleep with ghosts your monsters   my regrets and our memories but what we really need is just to let it be I wish I could say you could hold on to the old promises but the truth is simply this this nothing that resides where your lies used to hide this is all that remains of what used to sustain
lucy-winters
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Dec 2, 2015
Dec 2, 2015 at 4:23 PM UTC
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