bleak February
I try and try but you dont meet me halfway. i closed my eyes but only 3/ hours ago. and yet you use his little hands to wake me.. i try i try to communicate , breathe,walk away,, reciprocate emotions yet you refuse to. try oh try.. im becoming disconnected .. shallow.. cold.. and i never wanted to be.. why can't two people grow together in harmony? instead they grow at different lengths.. never meeting in the middle as they should.. no more, no more..
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