I wish you cared that this was the end.
We drifted apart— at least that’s what I keep telling myself. Turning a blind eye masked with oblivion; the outcome was the same. Look at us now, two somebodies with the face of nobodies.
Mar 25
Mar 25, 2026 at 7:59 PM UTC
I wish you cared that this was the end.
We drifted apart— at least that’s what I keep telling myself. Turning a blind eye masked with oblivion; the outcome was the same. Look at us now, two somebodies with the face of nobodies.
