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Jun 2015
I used to think that everything stays.

In fact I would make myself believe it,
building a wall of lies camouflaged as truth.

And for the time being,
it felt real;
everything was going to be alright.

For the time being,
I thought I had power
over what I wanted,
and what I didn't want.

Nothing stays my friend,
everything wilts eventually.
AuburnRose
Written by
AuburnRose  Chicago
(Chicago)   
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   Sara Murray
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