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Jun 2012
Love—vulnerability in its truest form.
Nothing to show for it but bare nerves
and a small band of gold.
I push you away, and you ask why.
What do you want to hear from me?
I do love, but for my own sake, give me a reason to hate you.
Our mask of sweet nothings and kisses is but a thin veil.
Jordan Butler
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