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Classic Trouble

by soullessslut

I thought love was a game, Something to be played. But I was wrong. People do get hurt. The conversations layed out in front of me like cards to be picked, Choose the wrong one and your fate could be flipped Love turned into a guessing game As if trying to step around an erupting volcano Love explodes Love runs out Love turns to war. You used to love them with all their imperfections And they loved you with yours But with all the ash in the air No one could see it clear. Love has blinded me And I can no longer see the rules.
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Jan 6, 2015
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#love#war#hate#hurt#game#fate#trouble#imperfections#rules#volcano
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