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You're searching for him in every empty coffin The flowers wilted years ago but you can't bring yourself to throw away that last bit of him the scent faded as fast as he slammed the door in your face yet you still smell the roses he use to pick for you at the park behind your house you can't bring yourself back to the person you were 6 months ago no matter how hard you try and every starry night you can't bring yourself to look outside because he's everywhere
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Nov 10, 2016
Nov 10, 2016 at 8:12 AM UTC
Wilted
You're searching for him in every empty coffin The flowers wilted years ago but you can't bring yourself to throw away that last bit of him the scent faded as fast as he slammed the door in your face yet you still smell the roses he use to pick for you at the park behind your house you can't bring yourself back to the person you were 6 months ago no matter how hard you try and every starry night you can't bring yourself to look outside because he's everywhere
sidney-chase
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Nov 10, 2016
Nov 10, 2016 at 8:12 AM UTC
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