She's given up.
She can't take it.
She lies through the skin of her teeth.
She hides it well.
She'll explode some day.
She won't be able to control it.
She's sorry.
He's moved on.
He's forgotten it already.
He has no reason not to tell the truth.
He shows it well.
He's already mended.
He has it all sorted out.
He's glad.
May 23, 2015
May 23, 2015 at 6:26 AM UTC
She's given up.
She can't take it.
She lies through the skin of her teeth.
She hides it well.
She'll explode some day.
She won't be able to control it.
She's sorry.
He's moved on.
He's forgotten it already.
He has no reason not to tell the truth.
He shows it well.
He's already mended.
He has it all sorted out.
He's glad.
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