I know I can tell you this without fear, you can keep a secret, you're the internet....
Cherish these unmistakeable words.
They are yours, I give them to you. Not so much a preset as a plea. Come back, we (I) miss you when you're not around.
No explanation other than your eyes wander when you talk, I can't see your soul in them anymore, only my reflection.
I loved the man you once were, and in truth I still do and always will. These words are yours, maybe a love letter will never be read, your too busy with the brown.
A wasted heart, wasted by drugs. WASTER!
I'm not sure if anything will speak to you anymore.
Poetry? Love? Dispair? Music? I hope it does, I hope there's hope.
Without it you may as well already be dead. It's been so long I'm not sure what to expect but I'll still come see you my dear. I'll still give you everything. And you will no doubt still be lacking.
Time passes, everything changes, but nothing is different. And thats the saddest thing of all
Time is a constant, a certainty and an inescapable one, however you lack any kind of shoulder to lean on. Your only certainty is a lack of any.
Close your eyes, only to open them again and are tormented to see everything is how you left it. And it will stay in that state unless something is done soon.
Time keeps ticking on, oblivious to you my dear. Use time, clean up! Quickly before time gives up on you (us)
Je t'aime, je m'ennuie de vous. Mais il blesse trop...
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