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His Music

Life gets harder when I can see what he’s listening to. It all seems to speak for him. To me. But I know that’s not what he’s intending.

FUCK

thanks for considering takin me to arizona with you dad.

“i don’t even know myself”

Water

I wish that someone could see into my soul

And understand what I feel

The struggle that seems like standing in an empty pool

With a cover of glass as strong as steel.

Unbreakable.

As the pool fills with water, you try to break the glass

With no avail.

As you drown you remember everything good

That is now gone.

And you begin not to mind the water filling your lungs.

107 days

I SEE HARRY STYLES IN 107 DAYS

Him

Every atom of my body misses you and I can’t stand the pain

Angela

He told me once that he had a dream when he was younger.

He was helping a girl change a light bulb.

She was stood on a chair, but he couldn’t see her face.

“What are you staring at?” She had asked.

“An angel.” He replied.

He called her Angela because she reminded him of an angel.

When we were together, he told me he had the same dream.

Only he could see her face.

And she was me.

Now I wonder...

Does he tell the new girl the same story?