I could use somebody.

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Thursday, October 13, 2011

Fears. @ 12:59 AM

Have you ever wondered about the things we tell ourselves before we fall asleep?

We whisper the words in the dark, telling ourselves that we're happy, that he's happy, that people will change their minds.

We persuade ourselves that we can live without the people who have left.

Each night, before we fall asleep, we lie to ourselves in a desperate hope that come morning, it will all be true.

memories
in cold decay.