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Nabs Dec 2015
Someone told me once
that the stars are dead,
And what was left behind
Were the remains of time
and decaying humanity.
I was feeling expharated at humans.
Tom Fiddle Dec 2015
We move to an unheard
Rhythm.
I chase you through forgotten
Memories.
You find me,
Alone and confused.
Wasted of cheap liquor,
Trying to drown my thoughts,
Trying to **** the pain,
And remember your face
As you smiled to me and said
Everything will be alright.
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