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Aug 18
Who do you trust?
Just so you know —
yesterday was ******* all of us,
so don’t play hard to reach.

People come and go,
stepping into our lives
and then leaving
as if they’d never been there at all.

Are you real,
or did you wander in from Neverland?
Because I know there’s no one left to trust,
so don’t act like this life is a rehearsal —
this isn’t a fairy tale.

So where do we go now?
I don’t know.
But you go first,
and I’ll follow —
or maybe I won’t.
girlinflames
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