humbled and worn
"Why don't you yell back!? Why don't you argue and fight!? I need a man who will challenge my opinion!" I am humbled and worn. The days of playful pleading are passed. The hours of only our company for sustenance have left us. You once begged me to hold you until you slept, but now my presence disturbs your slumber. I will still work tired to...
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Within My Rights
As the 8th doctor nodded in response to my assumption, his hollow eyes and rounded shoulders gave me my first experience of being right with no sense of achievement.
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