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• My Life As Myself •

The creator of this blog is currently trying to be a proper adult. Here, they try to figure out life through photography, writing, music and the occasional existential crisis. Enjoy.

• My Life As Myself •

The creator of this blog is currently trying to be a proper adult. Here, they try to figure out life through photography, writing, music and the occasional existential crisis. Enjoy.

I had to say it, I needed to put it in writing.

The Old Tales Of A Broken Idiot


I just don't know.

Don't know If you can't see it or if you choose not to.

But you can't be that blind.

Can't you feel the distance?

I tried, I swear, for things to go back to what they used to be.

In my own secret language I told you it wasn't the same.

I know about that little afternoon,

You just wanted to play make-believe, do everything like they do in the movies,

Walk towards the sunset and forever we would be free.

But I was already too far away.

I never wanted things to get this far,

I didn't want to resort to this, you know.

I don't need villains or ladies in distress in my tales,

But you wouldn't get it any other way.

We we're bonded for ever and now we're walking on such thin lines,

They could be broken as we write.

They say life is full of regrets,

But I am sorry. Can you say the same?



 

Love & Triple Shadows,

TheBassGirl-182

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