Promises are maybes full of empty words.
All this distance feels so nice but,
the loneliness hurts.
Sometimes when I'm drowning i forget to hold my breath,
i just inhale the water, and i regret that.
Loosing conscienceness but, i wanna feel the pain.
That's all i have left of you.
Maybe if sleep wasn't the best pass time when your awake.
Maybe if i was more determined to fix everything.
I could pluck all the willow-herb in the world,
because it was your favorite.
Stand on the mezzanine and scream at the world.
Inhale asbestos, drink cyanide.
Maybe it'd be better if time flew by.
Did i hurt you? It was never intentional.
You misunderstood me; Of course that's my fault.
Remembrance in the color of the willow-herb.
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Lost, Found, And Chosen.
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