I could pretend that I'm OK
But what is the point
If you don't care.
I should be worrying about tomorrow
But all I can think about is anything else.
Pictures on my wall
They remind me of better times,
Sadder times,
Safer times.
I don't know which kind of time it is right now.
I've lost count of how many days it's been
Since you've been gone
For a while I thought it's for best,
Then I realized I was wrong.
I could pretend that you are here.
Listening to me.
I could pretend.
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Author:
littlegreenbag (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 6th, 2022 05:34
- Category: Sad
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Comments1
Tough one, sometimes memories are all we have.
Exactly!
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