Sunday, 9 April 2017

She Hurts My Withering Heart The Most

Remember the time the love that you felt for me inside of you died? I went to bed that night knowing my company was no longer desired. And remember the time the patience that you still afforded me died? I went to bed that night knowing my company would no longer ever even be required. And though I've been sleepwalking through life ever since, I'm now forever tired. 

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