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Apr 2016
They all think I’m selfish,
Having my bad baby on the side,
They say I want to have my cake and eat it too,
Can't they see the cake is so bitter, but at least it’s mine,
And I can’t stop this,
Compelling mess I have created.
When I say it makes me so tired,
They all look away.
Living two lives is not easy,
Neither is loving two people,
It takes dedication and something less desirable,
The thing is I want it all,
And in truth I’m okay with being the worst kind..
Written by
Loveless  Vatican City.
(Vatican City.)   
   Finley in Despair, --- and Sisilia
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