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I wrote this song when I knew you were taken.
This is a fictional story, it couldn't be real, well it could have been.
I died like 13 times when you left, *I couldn't tell if it was real, may be my usual fucking nightmare*
Do you remember the time you said that I am the love of your life. Remember? At that moment, I knew I was yours.
And as I scrolled through my instagram, weeping, I unfollowed e veryone whose profile picture I didn 't like. I decided not to listen to Taylor Swift anymore. Well, it doesn't change the way I live. Sorry.
My garden is not mine anymore, and the silence is deafening. *screeching*
It was monsoon when he died. Wasn't it too soon to say goodbye?
I am trying to get over it, I tried, I tried. I fucking tried.
Isn't it a curse that when you are disintegrating and you can't fucking cry.
I can't feel my insides anymore. In my life, well I guess, I have always been the guest.
When we listened together at 4, I felt this is what I ever wanted in my life. I fell right then, do you still remember the invitation i sent, you'll call, i will be there phone, it's ringing and please know that i just am trying to find some way to keep me in your mind.
I don't remember the last time I yelled at sometime, the only other memory was me yelling at my little sister to look at the camera.
Fuck!... Well yelling never worked for me anyway.
You told me you're in love. I fucking knew that, could you have not repeated it again. I die every time I read those lines. I am fucking sorry for everything.
As I started to lose my sanity, I had to redefine everything that I had ever thought and I knew I wanted to become the person I hated.
I started listening to Isaac on repeat and I remembered that all that has been taken from me. I decided too be the hero of my own childhood dreams, to be a masterful lover, to be a morally perfect human, to be a delusional Robinhood, to feel like a human.
Love you!
Well the purge is coming, we're all gonna die. This time I will make sure you die, not you my firefly.
You talk about the pain that it is a way to feel alright. I just wanted to tell you that but I know I fucked up. i am sorry I yelled at you, I wanted to try everything that may bring you back to me, I am really fucking sorry.
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