“Talk to me?”

 Brown eye girl, why must you follow. Im no good you see. You deserve better than me. You deserve a happier me. 

How am i suppse to open up and tell you all i hate about myself when youre all of it. You. There was a time i could make you laugh harder than anyone. There was a time i could hold you close.

We talk about how crazy time flys. And pass memories. You have no idea how dead inside i really am. 

Loving you was the last thing i was ever good at. 

Where the hell is Home?

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