You.
Exhaust.
Me.
From your words,
to your body language,
to your ******* presence.
You.
Exhaust.
Me.
I live day to day,
dreading talking to you.
I live day to day,
scorning you.
The only reason I tolerate you,
is because I have to.
You.
Are.
Me.
I live day to day,
dreading waking up.
I live day to day,
shying away from mirrors.
I.
Exhaust.
Myself.
Mar 10, 2018
Mar 10, 2018 at 6:07 PM UTC
You.
Exhaust.
Me.
From your words,
to your body language,
to your ******* presence.
You.
Exhaust.
Me.
I live day to day,
dreading talking to you.
I live day to day,
scorning you.
The only reason I tolerate you,
is because I have to.
You.
Are.
Me.
I live day to day,
dreading waking up.
I live day to day,
shying away from mirrors.
I.
Exhaust.
Myself.
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