No longer as truthful as should be deserved, some names, places and events deliberately vague to protect identities that aren't mine

Monday 14 September 2015

#GTJDQFI

I remember the day you told me you were leaving
I remember the make-up running down your face
And the dreams you left behind you didn't need them
Like every single wish we ever made

I wish that I could wake up with amnesia
And forget about the stupid little things
Like the way it felt to fall asleep next to you
And the memories I never can escape
'Cause I'm not fine at all


It's going to be a tough week...

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