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Apr 6
Your love confines me
Tells me who I ought to be
Your love is quicksand
Rising all around me

Your love is darkness
One moment it never seems to end
But then the sun rises
And it is gone again

Your love is roses
It seems pretty from the outside
But when I inspect it
Thorns ***** me inside

Your love is the last chip
I take it from the bag
But it never fulfills me
And the aftertaste makes me gag

Your love is conditional
And I can't take it anymore
So I'm taking back the key
I gave you to my life's door
Learning to put myself first
Arlen
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Arlen  21/M
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