<4i completly and utterly adore you. i'll love you for the rest of my life.
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third time's a charmif you even hint that you want me back, i'll be building you a castle to come home to.third time's a charm
by ~ofatlantic
This is not Delaware.call me complete, and i'll call you a liar. really, i will. i've got a headache right now. i used to never get them, but you win some, you lose some. i lost. a lot. i'd try and show you, but the thought of the whole viewing would just lead me to tear stained cheeks and a runny nose. i used to know when you were behind me by just listening to my heart. now everytime he talks to me, it's hard to hear him in the pits of your stomache. so, for now, the only thing resideing directly between my lungs is a receding pile of fake smiles and half-hearted hugs. maybe, one day, he'll come back to where he's supposed to be, but the acid rocks him to sleepThis is not Delaware.
by ~ofatlantic
i'm just letting you know...that i love you. i'll always love you. i miss you, and your sweet scent. i miss mornings where your voice would be all i need to go. i miss afternoons, where i would call you just to tell you i love you. i miss nights, where i would fall asleep while you were trying to wake me back up. i miss the dial tones and the long drives. i miss you telling me to calm down, and i miss telling you you're amazing. i miss you. i miss you. there's a box directly to my left, and i haven't the heart to touch it. im to scared of ending up on my bedroom floor, soaking my carpet in tears for letting you go, for letting everything we ever built. im sorry for so mi'm just letting you know...
by ~ofatlantic
i haven't the slightest, sir.i've grown speechless with the thought of a madman claiming the authority of the mass i call my home. the firm grounds and the unknown seas below my feet belong to no one but the skies and the heavens themselves. we have grown custom to the blood of our enemies on our hands. we have gotten used to the thought of the most unnatural deaths. and for what? for sport? where is sport when you remove the heart of a child because a man with stars on his shirt tells you to? i call you brother if you will let me. i call you brother, if you will let me. take the thought of peace and birth it. bring it back from it's grave, bring it back home. we were gii haven't the slightest, sir.
by ~ofatlantic
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