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I could swallow a pill to take away the poison, I could do it all my heart was beating for the people who didn't have one dancing in a crowded room with all kind of different people, wonderful drinking to much alcohol and you knew this was going to be the night he never loved her in the way she loved him or he just never showed it either you want me or you don't, just know that I am going tomorrow she was leaving to a place were nobody would know her name, no one somewhere were she could find peace and happiness with another human after I told you to leave, you didn't even try to stay in my life, you left my door was open, my heart was open and there you went, like the wind the flowers kept growing just as the distance between us, the distance once we were close, we couldn't be apart, that was a long time ago he loved reading novels and so did she, they were the same yet weren't they weren't the same but maybe they wanted to be the same .. he loved reading novels and she pretended that her life was one... but he always was a little bit broken, a little lost, he could never save her heroes don't belong in a world were everything is perfect.
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Mar 24, 2016
Mar 24, 2016 at 11:10 AM UTC
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I could swallow a pill to take away the poison, I could do it all my heart was beating for the people who didn't have one dancing in a crowded room with all kind of different people, wonderful drinking to much alcohol and you knew this was going to be the night he never loved her in the way she loved him or he just never showed it either you want me or you don't, just know that I am going tomorrow she was leaving to a place were nobody would know her name, no one somewhere were she could find peace and happiness with another human after I told you to leave, you didn't even try to stay in my life, you left my door was open, my heart was open and there you went, like the wind the flowers kept growing just as the distance between us, the distance once we were close, we couldn't be apart, that was a long time ago he loved reading novels and so did she, they were the same yet weren't they weren't the same but maybe they wanted to be the same .. he loved reading novels and she pretended that her life was one... but he always was a little bit broken, a little lost, he could never save her heroes don't belong in a world were everything is perfect.
BelleVictoria
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Mar 24, 2016
Mar 24, 2016 at 11:10 AM UTC
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