To far in scar & the dark consumes my heart... They persuaded her to hate without patience, they changed us from love into dust... Seeing is so deceiving from the beginning, I'm not sure if believing will cure us before an ending
Torn inside out & worn down with doubt... Retreat from the feel of this nervous bleeding keeping myself aware of this selfish grieving, but I'm here in a fear where Solitary Weeping is real...
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