It seems as if at times the world you find yourself in isnt the the one we set out to make. Full of love and selfloathing. Promises unkept. Feelings bottled. Words unspoken, while the ones that were heard seem to have lost all meaning. Still, they seem to be the only thing left. That, and the feeling that my heart still belongs to the one that got away.
Remember yesterday, and live for tomorrow.
Meanwhile, just breathe, in a vague attempt to keep our sanity, and above all, still believe that maybe tomorrow she'll be back.
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