just let go, for now
I used to suffer from these nasty headaches,
my once foolish indulgence in thinking too
often of you, and now I must close the door
to this avenue of heavy burden, at least until
the pain in my aching heart is gone for the
moment, until the very next time.
my once foolish indulgence in thinking too
often of you, and now I must close the door
to this avenue of heavy burden, at least until
the pain in my aching heart is gone for the
moment, until the very next time.
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