Views : 11,096,869
Genre: Music
Date of upload: Jun 23, 2019 ^^
Rating : 4.969 (2,595/332,528 LTDR)
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Top Comments of this video!! :3
I'm here again, after a whole year but this time, I'm not sad. It's still 2 am and raining outside but I'm not crying, I'm happier then I have even been. My studies are going great. And I'm with this lovely person who doesn't make me cry and cries with me when I'm sad. I would have never imagined a day like this would come for me when I first listened to this a year ago. It's fine if things are not going fine,it's fine if you're sad or crying or going through hell. It will change, you'll be happy one day. You'll be alright, just don't lose hope.💞💞💞
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you've been frequently visiting me in my dreams...it makes me sad when I wake up and I realize it wasn't real. I'll never watch your mouth turn upwards into that crooked smile again, hear the kindness in your voice when you say my name, hear your jaw pop every time you chew, or grasp my pinky tightly with yours. it's cold snap season, our favorite beer that so many memories can be attributes to. it's been nine months since I heard from you. this was not a clean break so I'm picking up the pieces that were mine to begin with, trying to find out who I am without you. it's 2:50 a.m. and I still miss you. -bell
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Saturday night, 2am in the morning, the coffee has gone cold and the sandwich looks damp and unappetising. The house lights are switched off, the table lamp flickers, the computer screen is dimmed, lines and lines of text sprawled onto it. A yawn, a sigh, a distracted, anxious mind whirling on and on. The neon lights outside the window have a gravitational pull. Fumbling hands and fingers, an awkward walk. The keys allow a metallic click and the door rattles open and shut. Slouched shoulders, stiff jaw. The air is cold tonight. The windbreaker is pulled tighter and closer. The pace hastens. A hundred metre long walk, two buildings away. An abandoned alley. Narrow, tackily-painted open staircase. Thirty minutes of lofi till the top, thirty minutes of thinking, of missing, of numb and emptiness. The rooftop is spacious, ground wet from the rain, smelling like moss, childhood and forgotten memories. Lighter in hand, cigarette in another. A spark of light. Smoke. Stiff legs cross over the ledge. The city offers a striking view, but it’s hazy and underwhelming behind the dull smoke that numbs the pain and the senses. “Missing you” The letters jump from a building to another. A sigh. Footsteps. A tossed out cigarette. The rooftop is empty when the city turns bright and bustling.
-Been having half a year’s worth of writers’ block, this is nice for a change, if anyone comes across this thanks for reading
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@thebootlegboy
1 year ago
You can now listen to this whole series on Spotify - spoti.fi/3KcUrfw 💜
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