Your love is like a warm hug in the middle of a storm, when I’m stranded and your warmth is the only thing keeping me going. Your existence gives me hope, like it always has. It doesn’t have to do much besides, for we’ve lived our best story yet. It’ll never be the same again because we lost too much in each other. We didn’t plan to fall but we died for each other. And maybe in someone’s story I’m the luckiest person, to have known love like I did with you.
Tell me June isn’t over, and that you’re still there. Tell me you’d run if I called your name, and that you think of me before going to bed. Tell me you hope we don’t just cross paths the next time, but that we walk together.
There will never be a bright side to it, we change we adapt we try our best, we try we try, but in the end how bad do we feel when even after all the effort we still aren’t enough. Then we accept and we change letting the world decide what’s best letting the world win. We sho changed ourselves for them never shed a tear for us. Why is it that we are never enough.
She Was Sea 
There will never be a bright side to it, we change we adapt we try our best, we try we try, but in the end how bad do we feel when even after all the effort we still aren’t enough. Then we accept and we change letting the world decide what’s best letting the world win. We sho changed ourselves for them never shed a tear for us. Why is it that we are never enough.
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