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This makes me feel really sad
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Join me on my journey to self discovery along side my everyday waking day struggle with anxiety and depression
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countless times I pieced myself back together
by wrapping my joints with barbed wire,
hoping the wounds it caused
would mask the pain I felt inside.
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bloody bandages do not disguise wounds
any more than lights conceal dark rooms;
stains only lit up what I tried so hard to keep hidden.
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I have started to look back through these memories,
sifting through the dust that has settled
in the place where you once stood.
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some days i try to search for your face in crowds,
yet i cant even picture your eyes in my mind.
I can’t breathe pressed between bodies in crowded rooms.
the air is too dry, yet this desert feels like home.
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I know I must move forward, still my eyes keep drifting
back to you until it hurts to keep them open.
the rest of the world has gone black;
your face is the only thing I still picture.
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a perfect personification of painful goodbyes.
e.m.b (via poeticallyordinary)
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Can't help wondering what you're thinking
Wherever you are
Late night movies, careless drinking
To cover these scars
And as much as I wanna be with you, I know...
You and me, we're bumper cars
The more I try to get to you
The more we crash apart, no
Round and round we chase the sparks
But all that seems to lead to....
Is a pile of broken parts
We're bumper cars
Bumper cars
The more I try to get to you
The more we crash apart
Good intentions, all these questions
I'm sitting alone
All roads since you are wrong directions
I'll never get home
And it's making me wanna be with you, I know...
You and me, we're bumper cars
The more I try to get to you
The more we crash apart, no
Round and round we chase the sparks
But all that seems to lead to
Is a pile of broken parts
We're bumper cars
Bumper cars
The more I try to get to you
The more we crash apart, oh
This was supposed to be fun
This was supposed to be the one
Maybe we stayed too long
Maybe we played all wrong
This was supposed to be good
But I know, I know
You and me we're bumper cars
The more I try to get to you
The more we crash apart, no
Round and round we chase the sparks
But all that seems to lead to...
Is a pile of broken parts
We're bumper cars
Bumper cars
The more I try to get to you
The more we crash apart
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People ask me how the world will end, all I know is that mine will when you leave.
4am (via 4am-reflections)
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Sounds about right. The daily struggle is too real
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1 + 1
If I ain't got nothing
I got you
If I ain't got something // I don't give a damn //
'Cause I got it with you
I don't know much about algebra // but I know //
One plus one equals two
And it's me and you
That's all we'll have when the world is through // 'cause baby //
We ain't got nothing without love
Darling you got enough for the both of us  //so come on baby //
Make love to me
When my days look low
Pull me in close and don't let me go
Make love to me
So when the world's at war
Let our love heal us all // right now baby //
Make love to me (me, me, me, me) oh, oh
Make love to me
Hey, I don't know much about guns but I
I've been shot by youÂ
And I don't know when I'm gon' die but I hope
That I'm gon' die by youÂ
And I don't know much about fighting but I
I know I will fight for youÂ
And just when I ball up my fist I realize
I'm laying right next to you baby
We ain't got nothing but love
And darling you got enough for the both of us
Make love to me
When my days look low
Pull me in close and don't let me go
Make love to me
So when the world's at war
Let our love heal us all (help me let down my guard)
Make love to me (me, me, me, me) oh, oh
Make love to me (me, me, me, me)
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