When I think of you
My fingertips turn cold with nervousness
Take me back to those times
Can't we regress
To Happiness
Think of those times when we laughed
Together, not as halfs
Apart
Depart
Those times have gone now
Think of me in your dreams
Stitch the silent broken seams
On this patchwork world
We seem to have unfurled














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"Be kinder than necessary because everyone you meet is fighting some kind of battle.
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COLOUR MY WORLD BLACKENED.
I need someone who will let me bury the key to my heart in them, because I don't want it anymore.
Metallica + SoaD =
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