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It's the feelings we hurt through to find those words to, who I was then and who I am now, I never meant to hurt you, it's the time it takes to know too, that we don't understand why we have no clue what feelings next and which we'll miss the most, who I will be and who I was then, I never took the time to show you, it's all good, it's just all gone, love is the hell we go through, just to get to, when it falls through, we just fall too and today's disaster scars tomorrow's you and the next day and the next day until. . . . .

 

It's the damn memories that show us how we used to feel, just to show us what that feeling feels like now, it's the ways our hearts keep pulling us down, just to some day show us how far we are now, it's how life works that makes no damn sense at all, but it's all good, until it's all gone, life is the hell we play through, just to lose to, when it fall through and no one remembers you, today's tragedy, marks the memory of tomorrow's you till the next day and the next day until. . . . .