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Fucked up

I'd give anything to turn back time...

I'd do anything to change your mind...

I'd say anything to make you stay...

I struggle with those sad feelings all day. 

 

'You remember when...?' That's how my depression starts. 

Need to stop remembering. 

I feel like I'll never be happy again. As long as memories excist. 

Love hurts. Dot. Pain pain pain. 'Oh I think I might be ok.' After 1 minute I cry again. And write a song. Love hurts. Dot. Pain pain pain. 'I am fine....but broken. But fine.'

Fine! 

FINE!

...but not till memories excist...

◄ Breaking bonds

The Story Of My Heart ►

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