Saturday, 27 June 2015

you win.
i'm not even being sarcastic, but you still win.
you got the man of your dreams, you got the bragging rights.
i wave a white flag.
i accept and i face the music

with a severely bad cough and an oncoming cold in my sleepless slumber, i give up.
there's nothing more for me to give.
every time i close my eyes i see two faces. and i wake up again.

I tell myself, I will crawl out of this bubble, but what if i don't want to?

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