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Jun 2013
My motives are unclean
They pour out like the ****** stream
Deep and unknown to the site of a man I once dreamt to be with
It's not about love now
It's about freedom
It's about never needing them
Feeling free I doubt I'll be
Without him really here
He's so dramatic but too charismatic
A serious disposition that I refuse to endure
The feeling of real love
Crazy love, real love
Something told me I shouldn't call
but I can't stand to watch you fall
Alone
Stay calm, your mind is beautiful when at ease
Stay calm and we can be the ones to watch the sea
Crazy love crazy like no ones there
Your face is blank like a stare
a glare
Or a rose colored pair
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