| a contagious imperfection; |


It feels like I left youI wonder how you feel when I walk in the room and I look for a face that doesn't match yours when I run to open arms, I run past youIt feels like I left you
when I mumble in my sleep, the I miss you's carry a different name everytime I'm crying, I'm looking for a different voice to lift me up and whisper I love you's
I wonder how you'll feel when I'm not there anymore for you to lean on after you left me broken on a windy day, I won't carry the weight
it seemed like so long ago, and back then I was so young who knew that it'd be you wanting to wind back the clock after letting me


translationIf I could put this into words If I could form sentences with If I could possibly get you to take make, believe any of thistranslation
I might walk away thinking silently, to myself something a little happier then everything that has happened in my life so far
I'll just remember a few details
your eyes have a glitter to them I've never seen anywhere
like your lips which form perfect syllables worth singing in the world right now I wish I was beside one person
a single being in which if I could make believe If they could make sense of this, maybe you can
lost
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find me a storm where the wild winds blow.
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
it can be a colab <3
-. -.
*poke*
*runs*
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#Sweetdevs
is not sweet
because of it's name.
It's sweet because of the people
that compose it's community.
So come on over, and have a chat
with the people who not only are great,
but make #Sweetdevs, sweet.
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*STRANGE THINGS HAPPEN*
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