I need to be on my way soon. Work has a way of sucking up my time.
Tainted. I love how "blessings" become festering wounds. Chicks before dicks right? I knew that once you didn't need me anymore, that you would slowly drift away. I can't help to be jealous on principle but I don't want what you have because it conveys a hint of falseness.
Oh if I could get lost in the skies, fade away and be one with the ever calming blue. Then maybe this misery would end.
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