It's a gloomy sunday afternooon
and I'm rotting to death without you
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2:16 AM,
Mar 6, 2010
The air conditioners whirred to life as I walk towards you. You continued to do your work, as if you already expected me. You looked at me. I look at you. Initial conversation is always hard to get through. Somedays, i just stare into space. Somedays, you just ignore me. ___________________________________________________________________________________ I forget him for you. ________________________________________________________________________________ Can you forget her? __________________________________________________________________________________ ___________ ___________ __________________________ ____________ ___________ |