proving how much this means
to me.
i'm tired of
walking around this
same circle past
midnight.
i'm tired of growing
seeds in my brain and
under my skin
when you are not
around.
i'm tired of this
sentimental value
we have with time.
i'm tired of
disintegrating into
the choice
we chose to live by.
which seems to be
more lopsided right now.
nevertheless,
you are still
the white lines i could never
comprehend.
adrina.
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