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Jan 2017
I tried harder to better my skills with the pen than I did to save us
I was, no,
I am selfish, self centered
I'm not a pro at what I do
But I fail a lot more to keep us going ,
When I tried to keep up with everything she said
I'd zone out thinking about what next to write
But every time, I came up empty .
How do I put my soul to words ?
When I can't even find the voice in my soul, no
How do I search for something in something so broken ?
I thought I loved her, but I only liked the fact she loved me,
I only love myself
A selfish, egoistic megalomaniac with nothing to lose,not even myself,
I lost myself to vanity long before I could tell,
Love like this I do not deserve
Amour fastice, an act I presumed
Written by
Joseph Timothy
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   Khaliyah Keedah
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