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painting pictures in my head with the brush of memories that exist because i do & so do you discovering & remembering being in two places at once: here & the part where i'm not anymore two narrators in my mind: soak it all in, it's beautiful & because you soon you won't be here browsing through the works of art stone carved in my mind will sustain me & soothe the pain of missing the pieces of my heart i don't get to touch everyday & from now until i hold them again my mantra will be: these goodbye's are temporary soon we will meet on the other side of ourselves & i can't wait to get to know you again
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Dec 16, 2015
Dec 16, 2015 at 4:45 PM UTC
i don't like leaving
painting pictures in my head with the brush of memories that exist because i do & so do you discovering & remembering being in two places at once: here & the part where i'm not anymore two narrators in my mind: soak it all in, it's beautiful & because you soon you won't be here browsing through the works of art stone carved in my mind will sustain me & soothe the pain of missing the pieces of my heart i don't get to touch everyday & from now until i hold them again my mantra will be: these goodbye's are temporary soon we will meet on the other side of ourselves & i can't wait to get to know you again
ryan-frisby
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Dec 16, 2015
Dec 16, 2015 at 4:45 PM UTC
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