It's been three weeks since
we last spoke, since we really spoke.
Why don't we talk anymore?
Like we used to do?
What were all of those moments before?
Were they just small talks
to you?
Why do I keep poisoning
my mind with the thought of you?
It's unhealthy. It makes me
sound needy.
(s.m)
Mar 16, 2016
Mar 16, 2016 at 4:04 PM UTC
It's been three weeks since
we last spoke, since we really spoke.
Why don't we talk anymore?
Like we used to do?
What were all of those moments before?
Were they just small talks
to you?
Why do I keep poisoning
my mind with the thought of you?
It's unhealthy. It makes me
sound needy.
(s.m)
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