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Because how I ever got to you, I have no idea
It's like some secret door, well, it just appeared
So, no matter what I do from now on with my time
You will always stay here in my mind
I am certain of this and I am not certain of anything
But now we speak with ruined tongues

And the words we say aren’t meant for anyone
It’s just a mumbled sentence to a passing acquaintance
But there was once you

You said you hate my suffering
And you understood
And you’d take care of me
You’d always be there
Well where are you now?

"Sometimes you have to forget what you feel, and remember what you deserve."
-Unknown (via c-oquetry)
"People wait
all week for friday,
all year for summer,
all life for happiness."
-(via sensitizes)