through my eyes;




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becca. healing. slow & steady. wasting time. living in a small town. looking for the silver linings.
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cause I miss your arms around me
and the way you make me laugh
and now I’m stuck inside this prison
that says you’re never coming back.

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People want to hear songs with the words they’re afraid to say.
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Sometimes I regret being nice, apologizing when I didn’t do anything wrong, and for making unworthy people a priority in my life
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My pain was never beautiful or poetic. It was answering the phone mid breakdown and laughing like I was fine.
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