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I just want to bend together like a jigsaw puzzle Lose track of which leg is yours and which arm is mine I'm fine if I don't remember everything when I wake up as long as when I do you're there, someone's there to watch over me. Take care of me and pretend like whatever I did the night before will cease to exist that I will continue life pretending whatever last night was didn't happen. Because that's the beauty in those nights when you lose track of it all when you let your mind fall and you pretend and hope someone might catch you and for a moment they do they hold out their hand and you feel their fingertips slip through your hair just long enough for you to feel that they're there and then you hit it. You wake up in the morning and live your life like nothing ever happened. Like nothing ever did happen. And sometimes it's sad to forget. But the most beautiful things were never meant to stay.
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Jan 26, 2014
Jan 26, 2014 at 3:03 AM UTC
Last Night
I just want to bend together like a jigsaw puzzle Lose track of which leg is yours and which arm is mine I'm fine if I don't remember everything when I wake up as long as when I do you're there, someone's there to watch over me. Take care of me and pretend like whatever I did the night before will cease to exist that I will continue life pretending whatever last night was didn't happen. Because that's the beauty in those nights when you lose track of it all when you let your mind fall and you pretend and hope someone might catch you and for a moment they do they hold out their hand and you feel their fingertips slip through your hair just long enough for you to feel that they're there and then you hit it. You wake up in the morning and live your life like nothing ever happened. Like nothing ever did happen. And sometimes it's sad to forget. But the most beautiful things were never meant to stay.
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Jan 26, 2014
Jan 26, 2014 at 3:03 AM UTC
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