in so many days nothing happens
each one matters more than the one before

they say time lasts more when you wait
even longer when there's nothing to wait for

i'm tired of pain having the shape of an empty room

what's the use for mornings anymore?

mornings, daylight, double bed.. all too much for one

Cristina Geanta

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