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I wish the clock will never strike 12 tonight and it would stop so the world won't move. Only then my own warriors will help me walk up to you frozen and still, and I'd sheepishly whisper "I love you" Maybe you'd realize that the lights you wish on aren't the only ones you need. Maybe you'd realize that the dead hands you hold on to aren't the only ones that are free. Maybe you'd hear her heartbeat and realize that hers does not follow the skipping and tapping of your feet. Maybe the clock can strike 12 and my infinite qualms about us would end and the veneers we have would descend. Because in our game of chase you run to her and i remain the fool.
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Apr 1, 2016
Apr 1, 2016 at 7:27 PM UTC
11:59 p.m., March 31st
I wish the clock will never strike 12 tonight and it would stop so the world won't move. Only then my own warriors will help me walk up to you frozen and still, and I'd sheepishly whisper "I love you" Maybe you'd realize that the lights you wish on aren't the only ones you need. Maybe you'd realize that the dead hands you hold on to aren't the only ones that are free. Maybe you'd hear her heartbeat and realize that hers does not follow the skipping and tapping of your feet. Maybe the clock can strike 12 and my infinite qualms about us would end and the veneers we have would descend. Because in our game of chase you run to her and i remain the fool.
#love#him#fools
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Apr 1, 2016
Apr 1, 2016 at 7:27 PM UTC
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