
sweep the broom against the hardwood floors
hear The Beatles through the kitchen door
watch dust between the curtains in the late sunlight
pretend it’s like before when everything was alright
you know that when the sun sets it won’t be the same
the darkness in the windows will begin to change
you’ll turn on the lamp, but light bulbs fade
you’ll be left seeing shadows in the shape of your name
maybe this is the night you’ll decide to forget
leave the window wide open by your empty bed
chase the demons in the dark that won’t leave you be
find the things you’d forgotten that will set you free
WHY IS THIS SO BEAUTIFUL AND RELATABLE. *sobs* I love this so much. ❤️❤️❤️
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AWWW it loves you too :D
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*hugs it* 😀
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<3
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this, clara.
this.
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:) ❤️
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I CANNOT COMPREHEND HOW YOU DO IT CLARA. Your stories seriously need to be piled into a book and PUBLISHED ALREADY WHY HASN’T SOME PROFESSIONAL AUTHOR NOTICED YOU BY NOW
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*absolutely speechless*
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THIS IS BEAUTIFULLLL ahh *random thought* have you tried putting it to music?
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THANK YOU SO MUCH, Isabel! Actually… yes! A friend of mine put it to song when they read it, which was really neat. :)
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That’s so cool :DD
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❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
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😊❤️❤️
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