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| My finger tips are holding onto the cracks in our foundation And I know that I should let go But I can’t | | |
| stardust"Before you, Bella, my life was like a moonless night. Very dark, but there were stars—points of light and reason… And then you shot across my sky like a meteor. Suddenly everything was on fire; there was brilliancy, there was beauty. When you were gone, when the meteor had fallen over the horizon, everything went black. Nothing had changed, but my eyes were blinded by the light. I couldn’t see the stars anymore. And there was no more reason for anything." | | |
| SpecialWhat I really want for my birthday is a hug from you, a bouquet of roses from you, and a slight mention, a teensy weensy probability that you might even reciprocate what I have for you. Or perhaps just, Happy Birthday would do. Oh drown myself silly in the sweet noxic poison of infatuation. It's been such a long time since I felt this way, pining after someone who used to think something of me. I don't know my heart well enough. I don't know how it got off at the wrong stop, and walked right over to you. | | |
| "Out of sight, out of mind" I believed in that until I realised that subconsciously when you make the decision to think in such a manner, you have already failed, cause you are thinking with the objective of avoiding the topic which you want to avoid thinking about and hence, in that sense, you have already thought of it. And you just know the very things, which makes me go weak, which makes me want to cry and bring everything back to square one enough. I miss you enough to keep you from my mind, to have you as my mobile phone wallpaper, and you? You. Don't. Even. Care. Problems to myself from now on. And perhaps a few others. | | |
| (Hold your Head High Heavy heart)What I'm so afraid of is that I might not be someone who can cope after all, with work and stress. My resolute is breaking down. You say you're having a tough time I look at the floor I want to tell you I am too but the words don't shoot out the way they should cause distance is already built between us you're not the person I once thought you were I'm going to put my heart out of sight and get rid of all distractions. | | |
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