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I became air. I always feel so strange returning from that place. It takes me a while to bring myself back.... The chaos is static. White noise stretching Throughout the world. We are the silent moments Between the chaos. This is why being with you Is so precious to me. I cling to the hope of you Stopping the noise Stopping the world Stopping me And I love The silence.... I always feel so strange coming back from that place. It takes me a while to get reacquainted with the chaos. Missing you to death is chaos. I miss you so much it hurts my soul. I miss you so much I cease to exist some days. I miss you so much I can't focus. I'm not really here. I breathed you in And I became air.
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Jun 29, 2014
Jun 29, 2014 at 12:55 PM UTC
The Day I Disappeared
I became air. I always feel so strange returning from that place. It takes me a while to bring myself back.... The chaos is static. White noise stretching Throughout the world. We are the silent moments Between the chaos. This is why being with you Is so precious to me. I cling to the hope of you Stopping the noise Stopping the world Stopping me And I love The silence.... I always feel so strange coming back from that place. It takes me a while to get reacquainted with the chaos. Missing you to death is chaos. I miss you so much it hurts my soul. I miss you so much I cease to exist some days. I miss you so much I can't focus. I'm not really here. I breathed you in And I became air.
ashley-garreau
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Jun 29, 2014
Jun 29, 2014 at 12:55 PM UTC
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