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The parking lot lights stream in through the window blocked only slightly by the fog. He sits typing at the computer a meaningless composition of words. She lays in the bed behind him softly curled up beneath the covers keeping her warm.
He longs to traverse to her side yet type he must. It is not a want or an urge it is a dire need for him to type these words to help convey the calamities running about within his head.
He hoped she would never have to see it
that ugly side he hides.
He hoped he would never falter
and have tear drops in his eyes.
{haha this isin't want i want to write i don't know why im doing this THEME CHANGE}
TO BE CONTINUED!!!!!! probably i just gotta be reminded.... so please do right away as soon as u read this like text me or osmething cuz this is a crappy post.
He longs to traverse to her side yet type he must. It is not a want or an urge it is a dire need for him to type these words to help convey the calamities running about within his head.
He hoped she would never have to see it
that ugly side he hides.
He hoped he would never falter
and have tear drops in his eyes.
{haha this isin't want i want to write i don't know why im doing this THEME CHANGE}
TO BE CONTINUED!!!!!! probably i just gotta be reminded.... so please do right away as soon as u read this like text me or osmething cuz this is a crappy post.