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En dessous de ta porte
En dessous de la lune qui chante
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Love, is a complicated thing. It's hard, to do and to receive.
Not everybody can do it. Not everybody can love.
Love is hard, but sometimes has significant worth.
You carry a heavy weight when you love someone.
But you'll never know what it feels like to be loved,
If you've never tried to love.
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Tyler just stopped after dad died.
He stopped trying to be happy, because we all truly knew he wasn't. He stopped playing with his friends, and he stopped doing things just for the fun of it.
He only still does baseball for college because it was the only way my mom could coax him out of bed. He's had a few girlfriends, but I really think he just wanted to make Mom less concerned, and it sort of worked.
Eventually he stopped doing that, too. And it's obvious he doesn't give two shits about baseball, he just doesn't want to end up homeless.
I miss him. Tyler is still here, but it's not the same one. Not the same one that played dolls with me, not the same one spent all day outside playing, not the same one that came home from baseball with a smile on his face.
Not the same one that used to smile.
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Rainy Description (TYLER X LOGAN)
Fanfiction"Meteor shower, quick take cover But the hues in our hair compliment one another I'd sell my own bones for sapphire stones 'Cause blue's your favorite color"
