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Thoughts of us- consuming me How we used to be Realizing we will never be Drowning in the memories- I can't breath Suffocating Holding on He let go- a long time ago Free falling Out of control Not my choice- heartbreaking His mixed signals- aggravating Frustrated Tired of waiting My heart-aching Time- it's wasting My life- it's taking. Continuously pacing to keep from facing that he’s gone - no trace. End race. Now Hovering over this space watching pain take loves place.
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Mar 13, 2019
Mar 13, 2019 at 1:02 AM UTC
Love, the 8th deadly sin
Thoughts of us- consuming me How we used to be Realizing we will never be Drowning in the memories- I can't breath Suffocating Holding on He let go- a long time ago Free falling Out of control Not my choice- heartbreaking His mixed signals- aggravating Frustrated Tired of waiting My heart-aching Time- it's wasting My life- it's taking. Continuously pacing to keep from facing that he’s gone - no trace. End race. Now Hovering over this space watching pain take loves place.
renea
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40/F/Georgia
Mar 13, 2019
Mar 13, 2019 at 1:02 AM UTC
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