1st June to 26th July.
56 days, no more no less.
Let's not keep this up anymore.
Let's just end this before anyone gets hurt.
I'm scared.

Terribly frightened of getting my heart crushed all over again.
So let's just break that promise,because when we made it,
our hearts weren't included.

I didn't expect love,
and yet you gave it to me.
Take it back,
take it back.

Goodbye, my love.
No, I dont love you.
Let's just end this amicably.
That's the best way we can learn.
I'm trying to hold back the tears.
But my tear ducts aren't working.
My teardrops keep falling.

I suppose its because of this seperation.
I suppose its because its hopeless for this to continue.

I'm stuck in the middle.
Tangled in a web of sorrow and confusion.
Its best for you to leave.
Love, confusion and despair.
They feel the same.
Yours truly,
GD Baby-ism.