BadlyDrawnGrrl Posted January 10, 2013 Share Posted January 10, 2013 The day we met I knew you would be the death of me. I tried to goad you into it that one time this summer. I wish you'd finished the job. You say I try, I try, I try to bring you back... I wish you wouldn't. Just don't. Don't. Leave me here. I'm terrified of you, of the way you scrub away at my insides until they're as colorless and sterile as a hospital. Like this, I am less than my long shadow on the ground. Loving you is a tavern where everyone gambles, and whoever loses has to live there. Finish it, please. Link to post Share on other sites
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