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Mar 2016
My soul is tired...

Grasping at a goal so unattainable

Leave it to the mind to whisper lies so sweet even my heart believes them.

What's real. What's fake?

The love triangle of my being is at war with another.

Is there any hope to argue?

Love that kills is a cruel game.
Brianna Ki
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Brianna Ki  34/F/Milwaukee, WI
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