sexta-feira, outubro 29

But I could only make you cry with these words.


Thought there was love in everything and everyone
At the final moment, I cried
I always cry at endings
They never know unless I write
"This is no declaration, I just thought I'd let you knowgoodbye"
From where I'm sitting, 
Rain washing against the lonely tenement.

Get me away, i'm dying.

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