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Aug 2018
It's always the timing.

                    like the seconds slipping
    
                                            through our fingers

                                                                      actually mean anything.


It's never the right time for you.
Take it slowly, move with grace
hope to god she wont end up
******* his.....face off.

'Don't cry too much'

                               Don't worry,

                                                  I'm laughing.



This toxic love has gone on too long
And now its simply ironic.
You were the one to confront me years ago
and I rejected you.

And now I find myself
wanting to confront you
despite knowing
you'll reject me.
and now when i finally figure it all out, you want him. At this point im a broken record
Written by
Dev  19/F/Australia
(19/F/Australia)   
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     Nyx, julie and Micrography-Mike D
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