vineri, 1 august 2014

I'm over it

It’s midnight. I’m thinking of you, except when I open my mouth, I can’t bring myself to say your name, and when I close my eyes the
only tears I shed are dry, and I can’t fall asleep because somewhere I know you’re asleep thinking of them. And at this moment I know I’m finished and I’m cured because you’ve taken the best part of me and I’ve learned to live without it at last.
—  viburnums

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