I just thought it would work...
that somehow despite the baggage,
we could still make it through...
but i was wrong...
like most often...
my arms just got so tired, my feet so sore, my back so numb
and I had to lay the baggage down
and you with it...
because you were never perfect and neither was I.
i tried to convince myself, but i fooled everyone
What do we do when this thing was doomed from the start, when both participants were always intended to leave? It still hurts the same...but can i be blamed...
May 29, 2013
May 29, 2013 at 5:16 PM UTC
I just thought it would work...
that somehow despite the baggage,
we could still make it through...
but i was wrong...
like most often...
my arms just got so tired, my feet so sore, my back so numb
and I had to lay the baggage down
and you with it...
because you were never perfect and neither was I.
i tried to convince myself, but i fooled everyone
What do we do when this thing was doomed from the start, when both participants were always intended to leave? It still hurts the same...but can i be blamed...
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