My hands are sweating,
Marking the keys as I type.
This could be the beginning of a new chapter,
Or the end of the story.
My heart skips a beat as I press send,
And hope for the best.
Nov 11, 2012
Nov 11, 2012 at 9:50 AM UTC
My hands are sweating,
Marking the keys as I type.
This could be the beginning of a new chapter,
Or the end of the story.
My heart skips a beat as I press send,
And hope for the best.
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