Missmatched Memories

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I got drunk one night and I remembered all things and thoughts that involve you and i want to Keep them. And i'll write them down as they come to me and if you hadn't blocked my number you'd be the one I try to call{real events}All Rights Reserved

depressed drunk its3am love memories

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I couldn't fit all of you
Fri, Aug 28, 2015

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I couldn't fit all of you
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You get high and call on the regular, I get weak and fall like a teenager, why oh why does God keep bringing me back to u? I get drunk pretend that I'm over it, self-distruct show up like an idiot, why oh why does God keep bringing me back to u?

Sad peoms and stories from built up emotions & memories over the past 3 years.

Everything I wrote about you...

Just poems. Some poems that I have written and others from the internet. If you would like to send me poems, I will dedicate that page to you. Or if you want to stay anonymous that's fine, too. Poems that I have wrote will have a '*' at the end. Please don't steal my own poems, because I worked hard on them. If you do choose to steal MY works, I am hurt. Use your own inspiration and creativity, please, it's not very hard (edit: it is very hard) ;) The poems that I have not written belong to there rightful owners. I will not be taking credit for them.

Unsent Text And Hidden Notes by stayawaychris

Just some of the notes that probably shouldn't be out but I am drunk and sad and depressed and cold. So there goes nothing.

"some things aren't meant to last,you know" "i know" i replied "you still write those stories of yours" she asked "yeah" i drinked "write about me someday,yeah" "i will" we were best friends, and now the only thing that is left are memories this our story this her story

Well these are all my poems. I hope you like them. If you have any suggestions I'm open haha. Well yea.

Poetry♠️♥️♣️♦️ (Please don't copy. All texts are written by me and belong to me.)

Just ideas and shit I come up with and cant be bothered to put it in a book.

I was drowning. I knew that. I also knew that the hands around my throat, pushing me deeper into the river water was the cause. What I didn't know was who was drowning me and why. It hurt thinking. It hurt to do anything right now. But I still screamed under the cold water and pushed the hands away as hard as I could. It didn't have much effect. I fought and fought, but I was getting weaker, and colder. The pain was overbearing. I couldn't breathe. It was the worst pain imaginable; and as the hands that were around my neck were forcibly ripped off by some unknown force, I slipped deeper into the depths of the river. My hair was straight above me along with my arms. My eyes were open and the water burned. A darkness started to pull me under, taking the pain away. I felt a small pressure around my waist, before the darkness completely consumed me. The last thing I remember is thinking, save me.

Just Why?

You get high and call on the regular, I get weak and fall like a teenager, why oh why does God keep bringing me back to u? I get drunk pretend that I'm over it, self-distruct show up like an idiot, why oh why does God keep bringing me back to u?

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