Sunday 24 January 2010


I don't want it to be this way,
but i dont want it any other.

Alone. Together. Alone. Together.

Packed boxes stacked behind closed doors,
Cleared shelves and empty thoughts.

I am living two separate lives,
mine and theirs, yours and mine.

Life was easier when it was just me,
Life was selfish.

You were easier without me.


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