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I am in limbo. I have this feeling in my bones that my time will soon end impending doom that this happiness is not infinite. But i relish right now in the feeling that i am still hearer he is still here and the moments are precious while they last and they become relics when they are over which is why I need to remember more than ever the way it felt the words that escaped this mouth. the way the lake glistened the sound of birds and sweltering heat sitting on a picnic table on a small island. How finite it seemed at the time. rejection but with the usual overthinking i found hope in that sense of "it's not you it's me" that he proposed. He finally noticed his shadow and told her the truth that she already knew. that I already knew≥ He is too selfish too independent. yet still she feeds the fire of his ego and holds on to the hope that the credits won't transfer when he comes back he will be stuck in the web with she with her with I withme. and this is my salvation this is my hope. because no matter how dangerous and painful love may be you can only run for so long.
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Jun 17, 2014
Jun 17, 2014 at 1:20 PM UTC
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I am in limbo. I have this feeling in my bones that my time will soon end impending doom that this happiness is not infinite. But i relish right now in the feeling that i am still hearer he is still here and the moments are precious while they last and they become relics when they are over which is why I need to remember more than ever the way it felt the words that escaped this mouth. the way the lake glistened the sound of birds and sweltering heat sitting on a picnic table on a small island. How finite it seemed at the time. rejection but with the usual overthinking i found hope in that sense of "it's not you it's me" that he proposed. He finally noticed his shadow and told her the truth that she already knew. that I already knew≥ He is too selfish too independent. yet still she feeds the fire of his ego and holds on to the hope that the credits won't transfer when he comes back he will be stuck in the web with she with her with I withme. and this is my salvation this is my hope. because no matter how dangerous and painful love may be you can only run for so long.
meghan-oneill
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Jun 17, 2014
Jun 17, 2014 at 1:20 PM UTC
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