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Jan 2015
And I run,
I run so far away;
from the pain and the decisions
you've forced on my fragile mind,
From the agony of realizing
every second I spent blind
to your lies, and your love,
and your useless promises.
To your empty dreams
your late night wishes.
turned into a past tense verb
moved by your lack of motion,
momentum created from my
spontaneous combustion in love
infatuated with your hollow charm,
and your flawless game.
The desire to tame,
an nothing more.
Though, I became the *****,
who took it all and shouldered
the Burdon of your wasted potential.
And buried the belief that
than what you gave me.
What I got,
the empty handful
of ashes.
paid in full
Anniebell Lector
Written by
Anniebell Lector  Wonderland
     ---, alxndra and Jamie King
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