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Nov 2014
I'm just questioning sanity,
hoping that if I walk this path long enough confusion leads to clarity
and that when I reach there finally,
despite countless days in the haze my eyes will be able to see.
That'll I'll be able to lie down in peace without drowning in how you've lied to me.

Cause these days I rest less,
it's why i walk around asleep.
Walking dead, so I'm writing my will free.
Hoping that if I can't trust you again,
I'll at least trust me.
Rhianecdote
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Rhianecdote  London
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