Sunday, April 4
You shower me with lullabies, as you're walking away. Reminds me that it's killing time, on this fateful day.
I don't know how she does it.
And I hate the fact that she even
has
to.
The guilt would tear me apart.
I don't feel like we're synchronized at the moment.
And it scares me.
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