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The non existent phone calls
and the
simple texts that takes all of
but most of the day to get sent.
I’ll take the fucking hint,
and I’ll move on.The never wanting me to come along
and the
never saying when something’s wrong,
never knowing what you meant
I’ll take the fucking hint,
and I’ll move on.Always seemingly withdrawn
and the
things you frown upon
always starting arguments
I’ll take the fucking hint,
and I’ll move on.Bless it.
That read like a song to me!
Source: verandahmaureen
That read like a song to me!
This poem is everything right now. Especially being on the receiving end of that DONT TEXT ME ANYMORE text. But life...
Bless it.