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A Story by atlas
i don’t know who i’m writing for
my self?
so i can feel, or essentially feel less?
i write what i can’t say i guess…
what..
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i go back to that time.
i think about how things could’ve ended so differently.
how would my friends react?
who would remember me?
the peopl..
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A Story by atlas
sleep, it’s nothing but a distant memory, i’m awake at 3 in the morning thinking about us. “should i talk to him?”
“wha..
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A Story by atlas
it’s sad that it’s easier to admit your hatred for someone rather than your love for another.
since each pair of eyes is that persons o..
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A Story by atlas
there's a time, for about a year when all i can remember are tears, anger and pain. it was the darkest part of my life and i understood why people end..
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A Story by atlas
do you know?
i saw you
and i
i don’t know
i really don’t.
you were cute and i guess i was too
but it wasn't enough to get you to..
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ok
ya thats ok
i say
but it’s not
i wish it was
but
you don’t love me
anymore
there was a time that you did
at least i think yo..
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if i could
the things i would tell you if i could,
that i crack my knuckles when i hear you talk
cause you make me nervous,
not in a bad way but..
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i did
sometimes i catch the last few sentences,
words even,
of a song and they fly me back to millions of memories
and they’re all of you,..
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we all have one, a heart we broke, not always on purpose but that collateral damage, and he is mine...
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