It is not the amount of time shared
the amout of tears shed,
or the laughter lines that embed:
it is the cold, demeaning dread
that encircles my head
whenever our time together
ends.
- PMT
Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 10:14 AM UTC
It is not the amount of time shared
the amout of tears shed,
or the laughter lines that embed:
it is the cold, demeaning dread
that encircles my head
whenever our time together
ends.
- PMT
Entry no. 2: Missing You.
To the significant people you and I miss.
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