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Oblivious

All these promises, left unsaid- so misread cause you'd rather feel the guilt instead. Not quite understanding, grasping the truth toxic puzzles repeating tiles of disaster always this beginning with you hating to admit it excusing all flaws my heart can't take it- triggering the kryptonite and your eyes grow oblique in your ceased body and just when I almost believed.. I stepped out of the game and the epiphany set in there was nothing to begin with- imagination that was changed.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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Date: 9/14/2012 1:57:00 AM
A promise is a promise - one comes furthest with the truth. Very well written Sarah. - Oxox love Anne-Lise :)
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