I'm cry
as I write this.
these tears
burn my skin
splash on my keyboard,
they're old friends.
your voice
killed me
over the phone,
yesterday.
"it hurts me to say this,
but,
I think,
we should,
just be friends"
as I write this.
these tears
burn my skin
splash on my keyboard,
they're old friends.
your voice
killed me
over the phone,
yesterday.
"it hurts me to say this,
but,
I think,
we should,
just be friends"





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