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Jan 2015
let's play a game
where i call it love
and you call it something else

both of us losing while we win
you call it beauty
and i call it sin

we pretend always is the same as today
but 'us' and 'forever' go their separate ways
Me and you aren't an "us".
I hate that I wish we were.
WickedHope
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WickedHope  27/F/Not Boston, Almost Hell
(27/F/Not Boston, Almost Hell)   
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