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'S ba léir, ba léir, 'sé deacair dúinn a rá, 'sé deacair dúinn a rá.
Ach is léir dom, s'léir dom go nglacfaidh sé go leor am agus beagáinín ádh.
'Sé ag tosú dúinn, ag glacadh an céad céim.
Tá sé ag athrú, ag feabhsú muid fhéin.
Meas tú an cuma linn nó an gcreideann muid fós.
Ach seo mar atá dúinn agus b'fhearr linn leanúint ár threo.

This is my Reprise.

You're probably not going to like this post very much. So, before it begins, I'm sorry. I don't mean to keeping voicing (or writing as it were) my opinions on this, but it's getting to me. This is probably a quite aptly titled post too. I know things are fantastic now, and please, just know that I'm not trying to ruin this. But until I see my thoughts in a logical sequence here, I can't begin to stop thinking them.
Though things could literally not be better right now, I can't help but feel sick at the thoughts that a little over three months from now, you're going to be taken from me. Two and a half years of sticking it out through the bad times, in the hope of a "someday", for that to finally get here, and be taken away so easily again doesn't seem fair. And it's not that I don't want you to go. I understand what it means to you, and I'll never stand in the way of that. A new life, new friends, new interests, new past times, a new person? Who knows. That's your decision, which I will endeavour to respect to it's end. But this is a big change. Bigger than we've given it credit for. What if it is too hard? What if things don't work out? What am I left with then? What are we left with? A void, I imagine.
I rely on you. More than you'd realise. Things are. . darker when you're not there. Less clear. But we can make this work, right? Because I need you.

I suck at goodbyes. But you're always there to make things better afterwards. Who do I turn to if it comes down to this?

But then again, maybe I'm being a hypocrite. I want a new start too. I want change.
I want to be a new person. A nice person. Not the one I've been this last while. I want to be me. I hope this works out. Because I don't like me without you.
I love you x

In our short years, we've come a long way, to treat it bad just to throw it away.

I'm an addict for dramatics, I confuse the two for love.

I think things might actually be sorting themselves out. I hope so, that would be nice (:

I literally cannot wait for Saturday. I really need this, and I really want to see you. It'll be so nice (: However, I finally have antibiotics and I'm gonna have to wait 'til Sunday to take them :( That's one of my top five favourites songs down thurr. Plz listen.

Two sides twist and then collide.
You're calling off the guards, I'm coming through. Am I coming through?
Adulteress conditioned to a spin cycled submission,
"You know sometimes it just feels better to give in".
Sometimes it just feels better to give in.

And it's all too familiar, and it happens all the time.
All the cards begin to stack up,
Twisting heartache into fine little pieces that avoid an awful crime,
But it's you I can't deny.

Dull heat rises from the sheets,
See, I'm both a patient boy. and a jealous man
. Am I coming?
But double standardarized suspicion is remedied,
Oh My Blue Heaven
"Sometimes it just feels better to give in..."
Sometimes it just feels better to give in.

And it's all too familiar and it happens all the time.
All the cards begin to stack up,
Twisting heartache into fine little pieces that avoid an awful crime,
But it's you I can't deny.

We swing and we sway
as this tiny voice in my head starts to sing,
"You're safe, child, you are safe"
You're safe, child, you are safe.
You're safe, child, you are safe.

We swing and we sway
as this tiny voice in my head starts to sing,
"You're safe, child, you are safe"
You're safe, child, you are..

You are safe..
We swing and we sway
as this tiny voice in my head starts to sing
"You're safe, child, you are safe"
Am I.. coming through?

Is this all too familiar? Does it happen all the time?
I'm just asking you to hear me;
Could you please just once just hear me?
More than anything, you wanted to be right
Still it's you, you, it's you I can't deny..
You I can't deny.
It's you I can't deny.