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Falling out of love again, but not with whom I need to my past obsession has become nothing more than my new addiction. well, one of the many at least. to recreate the situations, is a cause forever lost. to formulate retaliations, leaves the souls of lovers lost. holding fire in your heart, burning brands upon your brain a grudge of blood and tears and scars the spark of which will still remain as long as ashes are collected and ember fanned alive   the beast possesses reason, a motive to survive. I seek relief in my relations, mostly trivial in nature, from my newfound deprivation of optimism for the future I seek relief in my relations, mostly trivial in nature, from my newfound deprivation of optimism for the future no regard for heart of others who tide me over while you're gone leaving cracks, slow to recover leaving faces in their palms Its been two years since we were in it, but maybe that was just a phase the time has come to face forgiveness and forget those better days.
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Dec 2, 2013
Dec 2, 2013 at 11:24 AM UTC
Mastering the art of forgivness
Falling out of love again, but not with whom I need to my past obsession has become nothing more than my new addiction. well, one of the many at least. to recreate the situations, is a cause forever lost. to formulate retaliations, leaves the souls of lovers lost. holding fire in your heart, burning brands upon your brain a grudge of blood and tears and scars the spark of which will still remain as long as ashes are collected and ember fanned alive   the beast possesses reason, a motive to survive. I seek relief in my relations, mostly trivial in nature, from my newfound deprivation of optimism for the future I seek relief in my relations, mostly trivial in nature, from my newfound deprivation of optimism for the future no regard for heart of others who tide me over while you're gone leaving cracks, slow to recover leaving faces in their palms Its been two years since we were in it, but maybe that was just a phase the time has come to face forgiveness and forget those better days.
brian-downs
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Dec 2, 2013
Dec 2, 2013 at 11:24 AM UTC
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