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Aug 2015
We've got an identity crisis on our hands, I know you better than you know yourself, you keep pushing me away, but you always come running back to me, don't you know who you're talking to? If you came running back to me you should know that I've moved on. (But if you prove your love, I'll change my mind completely!) You never spoke the truth, but I never saw through your lies. I thought you were predicable in your own way, never could I have been more wrong about anyone I thought I loved. The feelings were there, the thrill of my heart, the tug of emotions, but it was never real. I was once captivated by your look, your beautiful grey-blue eyes pierced deep into my own blue. It's now just a blur of emotion, you are nothing more to me than a stranger who avoids any fleeting glances. I'm a nobody to you, just another face lost in a sea of apathy.
JRL
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JRL  25/M/Murfreesboro
(25/M/Murfreesboro)   
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