"Wake up to the sound of your fleeting heart
When you go what you leave is a work of art
On my chest, on my heart
My love is yours but your love's not mine
So I'll go but we know I'll see you down the line
And we'll hate what we've lost but we'll love what we find
Past all the signs of the slow decline
Live like your love wasn't meant for mine
Now you've gone, now you've gone to a different life
To the loneliest side"
- Excerpts Of Stories I Could Never Write (via The Paper Kites) // Lyrics of a song I've come to understand
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Excerpts Of Stories I Could Never Write
Short StoryShort paragraphs and pieces of stories I've always thought about writing, but never had the heart to.
