One last breath,
as I tear my eyes from yours
One last breath,
as I let my arms fall from your sides
One last breath,
as I say my goodnights
One last breath,
as I walk down those long porch stairs
One last breath,
holding it,
hoping you will take it from me...
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i like the repetition you use, i wish i knew things like this when they're actually happening, instead of finding out later. i guess i can never really tell what you're thinking.
Hey, Brandon.
You've got it all wrong. I guess my stubborn and cryptic way to write has got me again. Bur in all honesty, I was talking to your friend in a sympathetic way. I agree that I have an unorthodox method in doing so, but that doesn't make my sympathy for your friend any less valid.
From what I've read, I thought as though I saw myself when I was at his age. So I went,
"Be true to yourself, and you'll be probably asked to yourself, how does this guy know all this?
To tell you the truth, the familiarity comes from experience and of what I am.
I am as loser as you are."
Did you not read this part? You know, your friend Nick is probably better than I am because no body is worse than I am.
My apology goes to your friend and you.
ps. Next time though, say what you have to say in person, not anonymously. O and you've got another reader now.
The song I posted is Fuck You by The Smashing Pumpkins.
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