You compose my inadequacy,
this front which I present is not true
for I do not want to love you
and you do not want me to.
Love is false;
I trick myself into it every time.
Dec 11, 2013
Dec 11, 2013 at 6:49 PM UTC
You compose my inadequacy,
this front which I present is not true
for I do not want to love you
and you do not want me to.
Love is false;
I trick myself into it every time.
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