Walked down Sykes Boulevard and now my senses are heightened and I can't shake the feelings..they consume me..the depth of them is unnerving..I scream for air but no one hears me or maybe they just don't care
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Sweet Seals For You, Always
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Love Begins
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Game Changer & Make Some Noise
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Walked down Sykes Boulevard and now my senses are heightened and I can't shake the feelings..they consume me..the depth of them is unnerving..I scream for air but no one hears me or maybe they just don't care
I can’t be your friend..because when I have my moments when the world is crashing in on me and catching my breath is impossible I know that you won’t be there..
Blow me 😈
Thoughts of the night
People always leave.
It’s funny how people change. Sometimes it’s like a sucker punch to the gut out of no where with no reason or warning…and it hurts. It’s like a sharp throbbing pain that aches deeper and deeper the more you think about it. But you can’t help but to think about it…“What have I done?” Is all that I can think about. It’s not just one but many. We were friends…we were lovers…we were more…Why? Why cut me out? I’ve done nothing. I guess that even though someone might mean the world to you, you could be just another passing face to them. I don’t know why I’m even stressing it because I know that people always leave.
I’ve seen my face constantly for 21 years and yet how I picture myself in my head and how I look in a mirror are always slightly different.
Somewhere out there a band is writing, recording, and producing music I will love but never hear.
Choose happiness
I wonder..
Wanderlust
Sometimes.
The pursuit of happiness
24 hours just isn’t ever enough lately
Some friendship don't last.