I am sure no one from my fucked up past still reads this, but if I am mistaken and you do:
- If you cared about what happened to me and actually feel like I was treated poorly, you would have reached out. - If you don't feel like I was treated poorly then you are the kind of person that I do not need in my life.
“But if I was being completely honest I was just like everybody else: shit-scared of the great unknown… desperate to take a little piece of home with me.”
::sigh:: Made it to the end, finally. . . music you are my bane.
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A Thousand Years
Heart beats fast Colors and promises How to be brave? How can I love when I'm afraid to fall? But watching you stand alone All of my doubt suddenly goes away somehow