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it seems ironic, to say i've forgotten, yet you're still the topic.   i used to be sad, until i met him, yet you were the only conversation we had.   it seems tragic,
Thoughts are like fire. They grow over time if no one notices the fire. The fire is best seen at night time when you can see the fire damage.
I hate being alone But I love it all at once   I can sit at home in an empty house  Read a book for hours With no human interaction
No one would really expect the loud girl with the strange giggle and big smile could be hurting like this
september twenty-third autumn starts horrible but heartwarming decorations at your local stores leaves turn from bright, full of life green
Call me crazy cause I threaten too much  But baby those are just my warnings  Like yellow police tape wrapped around my tongue Its just a precaution  Call me crazy cause I think about them 
Wake up you mess  it’s time to see the morning You did your best But you never saw the warning You know they don’t love you So why are you trying You know they can’t love you
Some days our meadow is peaceful; The daisies sway with the breeze  And our river sings a tune. Some days our meadow is on fire; Burning the grass with such passion No one else could ever know.
I think too much.  Is that too much to say?  I think too much.  I just grew up this way.   I think too much.
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