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Κυριακή 25 Μαρτίου 2012

Killing your dreams with bleeding mistakes.

You are the one drowning in your conviction.

That night you called I stood by that phone for hours, I felt everything thirty miles away.

I miss her. Last night I dreamt of her tracing my scars.

If I could only find what is left me.

The words that slid off your tongue, my everything. Your nothing, I know that I don't mean much to you but you mean the world to me. Devotion, an undying dead.


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