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Thinking about youThe shouting in my head keeps me awake at night and so I'm sat here tracing patterns in the dust, thinking about you, thinking about us. I wrote this for you, but didn't mean to. It was fate that brought together and lack of faith tore us apart. Though my words don't make sense,Thinking about you
they come together in my head
and I see you and I love you but I lost you when I needed you and when I needed you, I lost you. I can't help thinking it was me that let it die when I sit here tracing patterns in the dust thinking about you, thinking about us.


Ocean GravesWhen we meet the tide, let's greet it with a smile. As the sun hangs in the sky such a pretty way to die. All I want to understand is why we hold each other's hands. Don't we know it isn't real? Do our hearts forget to feel?Ocean Graves
And I know it's not for you that I should yearn but we know this is a better way to learn.
Though the thoughts will tear my skin I refuse to let them in. Yes, I know it isn't right but I believe I have to fight for what I know I will regret because I know I can't forget. oh, my aching arms are thrown
around
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