This Is Suicide Season

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We stare at broken clocks, the hands don't turn anymore.The days turn into nights, empty hearts and empty places.The day you lost him, I slowly lost you too.For when he died, he took a part of you.


yeah good grades are cool and all but have you ever had a good night sleep

(Source: sylvehun, via sincerelyhappines)