A narcoleptic, insecure, sad, cold. Eza, 19.

Wednesday, January 21, 2015

i re-read our conversations
at first i laugh
and then i smile
and then i remember
that you stop talking to me
and then i cried
struggling to hold back the tears
i thought i would be happy when i found you
but when you said your last goodnight wishes
i know i was hurting all this time.

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