A Never-ending End.

To be or not to be summer.
I fell hard for my first.
Then came a vow, a vow I would not fall again.
I broke that.
I fell hard and fast.
I landed on my heart.
It hurts to think of you.
It hurts to be with you.
It hurts to touch you.
Loving you is killing me.





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