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Thoughts of Recent Times...These are just some words that i felt represent my feelings better than i can. |
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ALWAYS smile through the tears. if they find out, you'll have to tell and they'll think you're weak! |
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you ask me why i keep on loving you when it's clear you don't feel the same way for me, the problem is that as much as i can't force you to love me, i can't force myself to stop loving you. |
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it's so curious; one can resist tears and "behave" very well in the hardest hours of grief. but then someone makes you a friendly sign in a window, or one notices that a flower that was in bud only yesterday has suddenly blossomed, or a letter slips from a drawer, and everything collapses... |
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i heard what you had to say, so i thought about it every day. the other day i saw you holding hands with someone new, somehow i kept my composure just like everything was cool. but inside i kept repeating, don't let them see you cry, so i casually turned my head as the tears rolled down from my eyes. |
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i just hope to sleep, never to awaken. nothing in this world could replace what you have taken |
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one of the hardest things to do in life is to make your heart stop loving someone your head knows you shouldn't love anymore. |
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Relationships are like broken glass. sometimes it's better to leave them broken than to hurt yourself trying to put them back together. |
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trying to forget someone you love is like trying to remember someone you never knew |
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theres a place in my heart, where your fingerprints still rest, where your kisses still linger, and your whispers still echo. it's that place where a part of you will always be a part of me |
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what soap is for the body, tears are for the soul... |
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Never let them see you cry... NEVER! |
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i'm gonna smile, and make you think i'm happy. i'm gonna laugh, so you cant see me cry. i'm gonna let you go in style, and even if it kills me, i'm gonna smile. |
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Love is just another form of suicide... |
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can't you people, my friends, see i'm drowning in pain, why won't anyone save me... |
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i can't erase you from my past, i can't delete you from my mind, all i can do is say goodbye. i cant pretend you were never here, i cant fake like it didn't hurt when you dissapeared. i refuse to use a fake old grin, but then again i'll never win... i can't pretend that i don't care, and i can't pretend that you are near, so i guess i'll just pretend to say goodbye. |
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you don't die from a broken heart, you only wish you would... |
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it hurts so bad when i look at and love you, and all i see is you looking at and loving her |
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i didn't get the worst feeling in the world when you said goodbye, i got it when you said hello again... because i realized you were still in my life, but a completly different person.. |
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| sometimes the scars people bear from all the endless pain they've endured are buried too deep inside for anyone but God to see. but these scars never fade, they never lighten. and when God does see them and tries to heal them, the people who bear them don't know how to live without them. so they don't let God help, they just push him away fearing that they might actually have to let go of that pain, knowing that letting go means moving on. and even though they want so badly to stop hurting they fear that moving on means forgetting everything that hurts them, but most of the time the things that hurt you, that can scar you that badly and that deeply, are the things you love the most. so they just hold on to their pain, and they let their scars grow, because if i have to stop loving that person, i won't know how to function. i don't remember what life was before this beautiful love that has dissapeared even faster than it began... |
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we broke up so long ago, you moved on but me, no. i still love you and i'm sitting here waiting to have you back to love once again. the pain sometimes is unbearable, it hurts so bad to see you with your new gf. but it's something i have to live with. don't worry i'll be ok, sitting here waiting to have you back to love once again. |
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i'll never know which hurts worse: thinking you should hate him or knowing that you don't. |
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pain doesn't hurt when it's all you've ever felt... |
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