i’m tired of staring at the night sky, seeing the twinkling stars spell out your name on the velvety blanket of darkness, hoping that in one way or another, you’re doing the same thing, and our eyes will meet .
i’m tired of listening to my favorite songs, knowing that the sole reason i loved them was because they reminded me of you.
i’m tired of holding on to you, even if you hurt me a lot, without you even being aware, without you giving a damn.

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