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Transit Keep This To Yourself

never been in love. I don't know what it is and I don't believe that anyone can change me because you don't know anything about me. My backs against the door to keep

break free and run. I'm writing all down to let you know "I gave you my very best" How could you treat anyone like this. I would never treat anyone like this

I always knew that I would live and die in Boston. When I was five I put my hands into cement and you knelt beside me. It dried up and hardened so fast

I have nowhere to be but I'm leaving again and that's just how it's always been. Alone, in this backyard, scratching away at the fences. Never escaping

day I'm finding place in myself that were best left under lock and key. and sometimes it seems there's happiness for everyone but me. so how do you take this

to deal with the guilt that will plague my thoughts forever. and you didn't have to look into here eyes and tell her you're not coming home (let a part of yourself

We're only talking cause you lost someone close to you. Without this entry you'd feel incomplete. Come treat me like a living diary and just turn the