forty one
10-7-15 a day clean
It gets so dreary knowing nobody cares..
That's when the dark gets painfully comforting.
That's when I lose myself-
When the lights fade,
There's no sun on the horizon,
And the world spins past me.
That's when I fall.
Did you ever stop to think that when we wake up,
Sunlight might just not filter through your hazel eyes and back to mine?
- (m.m)
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