I'm dying tonight. All the words. The promises.
Too tired to fight.
My heart is breaking. What do I do?
My stomach is twisted.
I fell asleep for an hour. From the talk and a beer. Woke to an email storm and an old photo of me, bare breasted. It doesn't even look like me anymore.
But the eyes are the same. Just younger.
Why does it have to be right now? Yes or no?
Too tired to fight.
My heart is breaking. What do I do?
My stomach is twisted.
I fell asleep for an hour. From the talk and a beer. Woke to an email storm and an old photo of me, bare breasted. It doesn't even look like me anymore.
But the eyes are the same. Just younger.
Why does it have to be right now? Yes or no?
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