Tired Hands

Sun, 01/08/2017 - 13:34 -- tayzxr

i wish i could stop writing about you

maybe one day i'll run out of words to say

and my pen will run dry

and my compuer will die and

my hands will get tired and

my throat will get sore and

only then, will i run out of things

to say about how much it hurt

the more i think about us

the more i realized we

were never meant to be

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