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We fall in love. He falls in love. She doesn't care. He waits, tick tock goes the clock. He's tierd of waiting. He starts to walk away. She calls for him. He runs back to her. For what is life without hope. He hopes. She ignores. He keeps on waiting. She haunts him. The occasional smile, her soft words. And she's gone again. But he knows better. He thinks he knows better. He waits. She's gone. He walks away. She whisper's. He runs towards her. He's lost. He knows he's lost. He want's out. Ooooh god he wants out. He can't breath. He rips his heart out. He breaths a sigh of relief. He's incomplete. She broke him. He broke himself. He sits without a heart. Without the capability to love. The loveless man who loved too much.
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Jan 13, 2014
Jan 13, 2014 at 3:06 PM UTC
love too much
We fall in love. He falls in love. She doesn't care. He waits, tick tock goes the clock. He's tierd of waiting. He starts to walk away. She calls for him. He runs back to her. For what is life without hope. He hopes. She ignores. He keeps on waiting. She haunts him. The occasional smile, her soft words. And she's gone again. But he knows better. He thinks he knows better. He waits. She's gone. He walks away. She whisper's. He runs towards her. He's lost. He knows he's lost. He want's out. Ooooh god he wants out. He can't breath. He rips his heart out. He breaths a sigh of relief. He's incomplete. She broke him. He broke himself. He sits without a heart. Without the capability to love. The loveless man who loved too much.
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ishaan-khandpur
Indian
Jan 13, 2014
Jan 13, 2014 at 3:06 PM UTC
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