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NeonWolf (2014-02-06 16:56:46)Awh..
They don't even know you,
All they see is scars.
They don't see the angel,
Living in your heart.
Let them find the real you,
Buried deep within.
Let them know with all you've got,
That you are not your skin.
All they see is scars.
They don't see the angel,
Living in your heart.
Let them find the real you,
Buried deep within.
Let them know with all you've got,
That you are not your skin.
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February; the month we went on countless dates.
March; the month you finally asked me out.
April; the month I met your parents.
May; the month you met my parents.
June; the month we went to the beach together; despite my protests.
July; the month we rented a small apartment in New York.
August; the month you found out about my scars.
September; the month you taught me how to play guitar.
October; the month we dressed up for Halloween and acted like little kids.
November; the month we flew out to have Thanksgiving with my family.
December; the month I woke up on Christmas to find you gone,
As well as all of your belongings.
January; the month I went back to the coffee shop where we met;
And saw you sitting there with someone else.
2014-02-04 22:49:34