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Oct 2016
what am i supposed to look for
your face or the door
what goes past the rooms unseen
is it the truth or something in-between

i want this house to flood one day
but i dread the sense of drowning
so if the truth pulls me closer
to the edge of the abyss
then let me jump off
for death is a bliss
hey-o. i was thinking about how when you're in a relationship with someone, sometimes you do not want to know the truth. to stay blissfully unaware is to create the sense of security. hope you enjoy.
avery
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avery  21/F/United States
(21/F/United States)   
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