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❝She was inked into his skin and stitched into his heart ❞ [ A collection of poetry ] #28th on 3/1/17 #23rd on 12/4/17 #19 on 24/4/17

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by FadingLyrics

by FadingLyrics

Jawa.

I cry every single time I listen to the songs from back when we were young and compassionate

that counts for something doesn't it?

it shows me that im not really who i pretend to be

it shows me i can still love when i gave up on everything

it shows me i still have a bit of you left

they make me feel alive, the songs

so when your gone, i just replay them to keep my heartbeat going

it says so much.

after everything, after stone barriers and blank expressions

after days of fake identities and hollow conversations with strangers

it reminds me that you are still around

thats my secret, how i survive every single day

with memories and nostalgia of how endeared we were and still are.