We were supposed to heal each other. Instead we tore each other apart, digging ourselves deeper and deeper into the tangle that we called our friendship. Not willing to let each other go. But then I cut the rope between us, thinking I would be better off that way, but whether I am or not I can't tell. Because all that's in my head is you. All the songs are about you. All the dreams are about you. It was always you.
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In The Oceans Of Me
RandomSnippets about various thoughts, feelings or experiences. Some extracts may include triggering content or bad language. #4-deepshit 16/1/19 #3 extract 4/5/19
