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INHALE I'm sitting here... forgetting you.... Remember everything, then let it all go... The night under the stars, telling me you loved me... The late night laughs... The sleep overs.... The endless love you once gave me.... Your first kiss... Your first time... Your first real girlfriend... You proposing to me... You making me believe it.. Taking silly photos.. The playfulness.. The dates... The day at ala moana... The day we walked around my hometown taking pictures... The way you held me... The way you kissed me.. Sleeping with you... The way you looked at me... The way you wiped tears from my face... When you would chase me

 The wind still whispers to me every now and again. Empty promises made , easily broken. Trust is like a mirror, It may be fixed but you can still see cracks. What will become of me? The wind still is whispering to me. The wind tells me my fears, as hope fades into despise. I constantly warn and assure myself that I'm fine, I feel spaces in my heart, Pure blackness in my heart. I can feel myself slowly giving in. The cuts re open , they bleed freely. Red, Violent, Like water. Copper fills my lungs and I cry silently. Tears run slowly down my smoldering brown chestnut eyes. The heat and Anger rise up, How can you keep telling me lie