As I keep on crying my heart is still dying
Even though I hate lying to myself
I just need to endure the pain
When ever I think of him my memory regenerates as my heart begs to make it real again
The locket in my chest will break whenever I finally forget
So far my locket is still stowed in the place it will stay forever.
Jan 31, 2013
Jan 31, 2013 at 11:56 PM UTC
As I keep on crying my heart is still dying
Even though I hate lying to myself
I just need to endure the pain
When ever I think of him my memory regenerates as my heart begs to make it real again
The locket in my chest will break whenever I finally forget
So far my locket is still stowed in the place it will stay forever.
Number 4 in the "story"
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