every moment, every turning point, every romantic encounter in life, has been marked with a distinct song. our frailties, dreamy encounters and setbacks are always reflected with a soundtrack- a tune which brings us back, a button that allows us to freeze time and playback all those precious moments, good or bad.
It is hard to get to sleep. I hate myself. I refuse to give up. Is that turning the sweet memories of what we had bitter? I wish I had the answers. It must be so fucking tough on you. I wish I didn't have to make it tougher. It's a fucked up life.
posted by Mr Brightside at 12:14 AM
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