Because I have to
But you, because you want to
Not the same at all
I kept IM on
all the time, waiting for you
Empty box. No ‘BING'
My phone is silent.
You'll read this. And know. Or not.
Go on, you can gloat.
I saw it, felt it.
You said, ‘no'. Sed sentio
et excrucior.
So now its my turn.
Pass the tissues bottle pills.
I'll sleep when I'm dead.
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