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There comes a point where you just love someone,
not because they're good or bad.
You just love them the way they are.
Late night thoughts
It starts with a thought,
And ofcourse it's of you.
What the hell is the matter with you?
Before I can blink; thought number two.
Is it just me, and I'm too blind to see?
Just a simple confession;
I can't stand my depression.
It means dealing with you like I ******* have to.
If you measured the pain with the amount of my sighs,
You'd know I can't sleep with tears in my eyes.
I don't ******* get it. I just want to dream...
Because my emotional stability is ripping from the seams.
sitting around I do a lot of
Heaven will be much like it
I tell myself
here we all have given up on the weather forecast
wearing raincoats, hats, and wellington boots
and wasted money on sunblock cream
all par for the course this year.
The nights are getting darker and longer
fifteen minuets either end each day
which we are used to, kind of,
with autumn just around the corner
and winter hiding in her hair, this summer
this summer never really had a chance.
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