It’s truly a hard place to be when things start to decay. Think about that love that expired, retired, or serve no purpose, but we hold on. We break our every limits to not let go the bond that was not there, which did not care. Only to watch it slowly break you apart.
Decay
The longer I stay with you,
I start to decay,
I prayed for better days,
But they never came,
Now I watch my soul,
Slowly decay,
As I hold onto you.
Jixi Fox 🦊
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