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May 2019
Truth is the threathening feeling of bile up your throat after a night of drinking,

And the butterflies in your belly as she dances with you in the moonlight and spins you off your axis.

Truth is the sound that pierces the silence when you look into her eyes.

It is harsh and painful like trying to reach the surface but the water never ends,

And the feeling of betrayal when she's slipping of your routine right after being told time would stand still.

Isn't she beyond you? And yet you continue to swim.

But truth is truth. And she is beautiful, that you know. She is free.
Ramblings from 2015
Written by
s i r  25/F/Manila
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