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Faith

I've made it through Two nights without you But that's only true 'Cause I was thinking of you You're the warmth that I keep When the cold's at its peak You're my strength and my might You're the reason I fight Your arms may be far But I've got things on par Your shirt, your boxers, your hanky Even my onesie of Mike Wazowski So I'll continue to think of you And the way you shine through Because this may be hard, but I believe this will work After all, we've loved each other even after seeing all our quirks I love you even if you bite your nails I love you even if you try and fail I love you even after all your bad jokes And I'll love you until your voice croaks

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13 Hours

Since 8PM until now, you’re in a plane While I’m in place, enduring the pain I miss your touch and your eyes that kill every fear I miss your voice when you sing in my ear

I miss the games that we would play When I couldn’t sleep at the end of the day “Would you rather...” or “I love you even if...” “I love you so much that...” or even just silence were such gifts

I keep you close in the form of a ring That you gave me before leaving “Love is patient. Love is kind. Love never fails.” A golden line, a holy grail

So here’s to a 15-hour time difference And 6,921 that may be a hindrance Such nuisances that I believe we can conquer Because, baby, you’re my anchor

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Missed Call

I'm going to break,  and I  know  it.

Just the thought of you makes me nervous,  like  how am I supposed to act now?

Things are different from how we started out,  and I just  want  to be in your arms  and fall asleep next to you  and see  the way  that you look at me the morning after  and...

I miss you  and I'm breaking  breaking  breaking.

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Undefined

Before

Almost three years have passed, but she still could not come to terms with the fact that this would not last.

Despite the signs, the fights, the mishaps.

She told herself, "I'll give it one last shot... one last."

They saw each other again after a year apart, and by then, she should have known for sure that he no longer had her heart. She denied, and denied, and denied, and said, "I'll give it one last shot" again.

One day, "I'm not going to be there for another year," he said.

She felt betrayed, lead on, hurt.

That was it. Finally, the end.

During

Someone knocked on her door, and she let him in. She swore to never acknowledge even the slightest feeling. He came, and he went, and she did the same, you would think that they were just playing a game.

Things got complicated somewhere in between. He held her hand, and kissed her on the lips in places for everyone to see.

He took her to lunch, to dinner, to see movies.

"Don't leave. Stay with me," he'd say. She loved starting her mornings that way.

Unfortunately, the messages stopped coming. She was left hanging. "I have to see you next week" was the last thing.

After

The dreams just kept coming, it made her feel terrible to wake up in the morning. She'd see him every night, telling herself not to believe the saying that if they think of you before going to bed, you dream of them.

Someone else came along, not to mention, Before, the ex, but she started noticing one that put her calmness to the test.

A simple "Hi!" from random bump-ins would wake her butterflies from rest.

How does one act cool when one's heart is beating out of their chest?

..but she was still reminded by the songs, the places, the words of During.

Patient yet eager, in hopes, that After would ask to be let in.

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Until You're Ready | 03/17/2014

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It's Both

It’s both relieving and suffocating how quietly one can have tears streaming down his or her face in the backseat of the car with neither the driver or the person sitting on the passenger seat bothering to notice. It’s both uplifting and dragging to know how much capability one has to get through a day without having to break down in the middle of it. It’s both torturing and exhausting to know that you had so many better days before this. It’s both agonizing and testing to never know when those better days will come back. It’s both a pain and a burden to carry on one’s shoulders, and truthfully, I can only take so much weight.

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The boy who would not grow up.

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For The First Time In Forever

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In 15 Minutes

She entered a new world, she met new people, and she got involved in different things.

I met you approximately six months ago. Probably less, probably more. It was either because we got introduced or you introduced yourself. I do not remember correctly. All I remember is that even after my friends stopped entertaining you, we were still having a conversation.

We started talking.

I knew that it was starting to develop into something else. I pushed you away. There was already someone in my life, and being the naïve girl I was, I believed that I was going to be with this someone for more years to come despite how difficult it was becoming. 

We stopped talking.

Our lives went on separately, passing each other by and waving to say hi. We were left at that, but every time we would get to talk, even for the fewest of minutes, that feeling of "something else" would spark.

We started talking again.

It has not been the same since.

This "something else" has developed, and we saw where it was going, but now, we are not as certain as we were during the beginning. There are some things that you cannot change abruptly, and there are some things that I do not have the strength to handle. You refuse to give me words in fear of disappointing me again. You prefer to put it all into action. I set my boundaries and built my walls. I am supposed to push you away, but I do not want to do that. I will just be here.

I am terrified. I am scared for you, and for me.

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Accurate Youtube comment.

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What Is

For months in the past We thought we could last But four months ago I had to let go

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7/01/12: "Andy Warhol Effect" (Taken with Instagram)

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Just promoting this video again.

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