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You never know how much you love something or someone until you start to hate it. You can only truly despise something you once loved with every fiber of your being.
~you don't love nor hate. you're dead
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Aren't you a traitor to yourself if you go against everything you stood for just to get ahead?
Aren't you a banished subject from your own heart if you juggle more than one just to be the one that doesn't get hurt?
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My inspirations are hazy, slurred and incomprehensible at times, just like me.
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I am eternally sorry, for not cherishing the clean air I breathed every day, the ordinary I have long seen as just part of any mortal's journey,
I am eternally sorry, for the pains I have only heard of and crawled in fear, the death that is only a faint fog of insanity in my reality,
I am eternally sorry for the kisses on my cheeks that I had taken as usual, the love that I claimed to be unfazed about has not reached many,
I am eternally sorry for letting the world taint the empathy I nursed, the brutality of the world I still am incapable of accepting in truth with certainty.
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If memories are magnified by your eyes, it's your reflection, sweet girl.
If scars are now just a map to your soul, it's because you're yourself, sweet girl.
If your hands are a work of art that create a work of art, it's because you took your time, sweet girl.
If your core doesn't weaver under pressure, it's because you made sure you were safe, sweet girl.
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"She's the type of girl that can have anybody but can't be had, like a number with a missing digit or a story unwritten. And she left her impression on you like a lip stick on a napkin and in an old songs chorus you'd always know the words to."
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I sink deep into the misfortunes of being the one that doesn't trick you. I won't change myself for anyone. I loathed how easily you're manipulated into accepting everything you heard. Did I not make a good enough impression or are you that easily fooled?
I dug deep into the lies that were told like a hot tea that don't go cold. I know myself and that's what matters. I don't explain myself because if you're the one you'd know me by my sigh and my eyes. Was I mistaken about you or were you just mistaken about me?
