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#itsbeenawhile
Oh love,why is this so sad? Every time you turn your back, Feels like I’m in the dark. Oh love, why it breaks so bad? I’m waiting along the isle, Where there’s no light in the sky. Oh love, why we fell so hard? I wonder how this is like, When you go with another one. Oh love, why can’t you open up the card? I wrote my whole heart, When you just  tore it apart. Oh love, why do you have to say goodbye? I gave you my life, And you left without guaranteeing you’d be returning back.
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Oct 28, 2018
Oct 28, 2018 at 12:32 AM UTC
Oh love?
When thunder booms outside their room people often convert to gloom and when the sirens sound the people gather around and they listen to the storm as it rattles the walls and they watch with terror as it shakes the halls and when the lightning flashes they think the world is ashes then they run to take cover or maybe they even contact a lover but when the rain falls like it hates the ground and the clouds cry their booming sound when puddles form on the pavement raging with ripples from its replacement your whole body longs to take part in the storm since the chaos and anger is already your norm with the sound in your ear and drops on your skin you would never have to counterfeit your grin When dark clouds are crying for you, you don't always feel the constant urge to when the sky screams louder than you ever could you can't find a suitable reason why you should when the pavement has puddles bigger than your pillow why only settle with looking out the window? you  can feel the tears building in your eyes and just like always, you are one with the skies The horizon screams its rolling shriek your homemade rain rolls down your cheek The power goes out and there is no light No one can see you so why should you fight
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Jun 1, 2016
Jun 1, 2016 at 10:35 PM UTC
A Part of The Storm
If I could just get over myself And put effort in everything else Maybe then I wouldn't want to wall up And scream until the hair under my arms spit Venom into my lungs to make me afraid Afraid of the fear of going away from the insanity That lays inside my brain
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Jun 3, 2014
Jun 3, 2014 at 10:07 PM UTC
thats all thats it