I hate how crazy I get when my thoughts multiply
I hate how angry I get when my thoughts multiply
Where am I supposed to go to save myself from me
Where am I supposed to go now that you've left me
Please let me open my eyes and see you again
Please let me once again feel your arm's embrace
Don't forget the girl who smells like paper and ink
Dec 17, 2014
Dec 17, 2014 at 9:35 PM UTC
I hate how crazy I get when my thoughts multiply
I hate how angry I get when my thoughts multiply
Where am I supposed to go to save myself from me
Where am I supposed to go now that you've left me
Please let me open my eyes and see you again
Please let me once again feel your arm's embrace
Don't forget the girl who smells like paper and ink
Oops, this totally went in a different direction.
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He ordered me Paper Passion (it's supposed to smell like paper and ink) for my sixteenth birthday.
He was the only one who remembered my birthday that year without being told.
God I miss him more than anything.
I'll always love you, Andrew.
