The last thing I said to you was I love you.
It used to be simple. Everything was fine.
Now I’m being stripped of all that makes me sane.
They put up a glass wall between us.
We can’t speak, we can’t hear, but we can look.
I’m sorry for everything I did
To make you stop looking
Jul 15, 2016
Jul 15, 2016 at 10:33 AM UTC
The last thing I said to you was I love you.
It used to be simple. Everything was fine.
Now I’m being stripped of all that makes me sane.
They put up a glass wall between us.
We can’t speak, we can’t hear, but we can look.
I’m sorry for everything I did
To make you stop looking
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