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A lost cause captured by the rough fingertips of life. She holds on to hope of a better tomorrow and all she wants is to feel the warm embrace of your smile like the sun. She wants to still be able to see you before life wrapped it’s hands around you and dared you to speak. She wants to know that everything will be alright but when your whiskey breath drowns her childlike dreams she overflows and overthinks about how from now on a smile will mean anything except happy because she has seen it be used to many times as a mask for the silhouettes of the hopeless and lost.
Sep 27, 2018
Sep 27, 2018 at 10:20 AM UTC
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A lost cause captured by the rough fingertips of life. She holds on to hope of a better tomorrow and all she wants is to feel the warm embrace of your smile like the sun. She wants to still be able to see you before life wrapped it’s hands around you and dared you to speak. She wants to know that everything will be alright but when your whiskey breath drowns her childlike dreams she overflows and overthinks about how from now on a smile will mean anything except happy because she has seen it be used to many times as a mask for the silhouettes of the hopeless and lost.
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