I guess it's over.
Water has spilled all over our ink
and now our words are blurry.
Unreadable.
Unfixable.
But what do you care?
You were the one who tipped
the glass over.
Jan 2, 2015
Jan 2, 2015 at 4:15 PM UTC
I guess it's over.
Water has spilled all over our ink
and now our words are blurry.
Unreadable.
Unfixable.
But what do you care?
You were the one who tipped
the glass over.
Painful realizations
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