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God, not again!
I miss the days like falling rain
And her lips just don't feel the same
The past haunts
No!
Taunts me
Remind me what I had
I remember. You can stop.
But there are new people and I don't care
You see I had thought I was done
My last first kiss how exciting it had been
But it wasn't
Probably
I just don't know anymore
But I carry on and hope I figure this shit out
And her lips just don't feel the same
The past haunts
No!
Taunts me
Remind me what I had
I remember. You can stop.
But there are new people and I don't care
You see I had thought I was done
My last first kiss how exciting it had been
But it wasn't
Probably
I just don't know anymore
But I carry on and hope I figure this shit out
Published 15th Mar 2015
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15th Mar 2015 11:10am
Make believe you're on the Knicks, a crappy season but every game there is a chance for redemption and a little bit of light somewhere in the journey
16th Mar 2015 9:36pm
Thanks Poet, that's actually much more helpful than the advice my best friend keeps giving me.
