Weary eyes

Listen to me you’re better than I so who am I to decide what happens in life who am I to say you’re to blame who am I to know what you’ll never show who are we to decide what fait has in mind for these weary eyes honey what a prize to have by your side but you’re too arrogant to realize Sigh those Beautiful eyes truthful lies Hesitant cries Deceitful ties Tummy butterflies Tasteful disguise patronizing romanticism all for our god given life of prison

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Withered_whims

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