The Ice is Getting Thinner
Under me and you.
She cannot keep it together, and so, it will fall apart. And all that is left behind, is the gritty remains of the truth.
The rug under her feet
The past behind her future
The words (typed) under her fingers
The feelings inside her heart.
The rug under her feet
The past behind her future
The words (typed) under her fingers
The feelings inside her heart.
a reality dreamt up by Elaine @ 8:58 AM
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it's late Friday night. All I've done tonight is sit and miss you. I can't sleep. I'm really missing you bad. It's been a long week. Hope to see you soon.
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