Thursday, 8 March 2018

Hej Då

Each new day I feel your fingers slip further away. Our close knit bond is getting looser and shows the early signs of fray, our solid rock is weathered and is turning to a brittle clay. Back in the day you were once so eager, now your efforts to stay have become so meager. Our hearts once raced and beat in our ears like a speaker, now we find our pulse just seems to get weaker and weaker.

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