In the past years, I lived a collection of data that could take lifetimes to analyze, but I have not lived at all.
I am still high strung on the idea of 'us,' so I'm sorry that we are just you and me, now.
High off of the feeling you left me with, and I'm sure no drug can measure up to them.
High off of you, don't wanna come down,
Could sink into this oblivion, forever.
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jojoweasly
Oct 18, 2014 11:47PM
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