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He’s standing alone with a gun in his hand wondering why he’s the man with the gun in his hand.


I really don’t know what to say. I just want to talk. To say stuff. To let it all out, cause i dont really think i can take it anymore. I’m feeling sad. I’m feeling lonely. I want things to srsly stop. I want things to be fine. I want the old us. I don’t know if he’s reading this, but it doesn’t really matter, i need to let it out. There’s too much in my head rn and i don’t know what to do. It was something beautiful. We had something unique, perfect. And god it hurts to see how fucking terrible things are. I remember the feeling i always got whenever i saw him whenever i saw his smile and whenever he told me he was screaming and happy. I remember how… happy i was for him. For us, i mean. For all we built. And now we are nothing, we are gone, we are nothing but memories. 


things would be much easier if we both felt the same thing.


lingeringsouls:

I don’t think I miss you because I haven’t actually had you in such a long time. I just miss the security of knowing you were there. 

(Source: symphonyofthesoul)

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baptiser:

these blossoms, my beloved, are dying, they’re dying.

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