June, 21st
Yesterday 3am I realised
we were never going to be what we once were.
Sour tears down my cheeks,
at some point I fell asleep.
I keep dreaming you hate me
I'd prefer it
all I've got now is sheer indifference.
The worst part being
missing is pointless.
Yesterday 3am I realised
we were never going to be what we once were.
Sour tears down my cheeks,
at some point I fell asleep.
I keep dreaming you hate me
I'd prefer it
all I've got now is sheer indifference.
The worst part being
missing is pointless.
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