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It’s my fault, she’s moving on, Openness just isn’t a trait of mine. That doesn’t mean I wanted her gone, just that I needed more time. Sorry I ******* things up, I guess that’s just my skill. I don’t realise I don’t talk much, I thought we had time to **** Honesty I gave you, This much is a fact. Only misery I imparted, I guess you didn’t need that. If I could go back to when we began Take back all my history. Just enjoy the time, leaving my pain a mystery. So as to nurture your smile, Of such inviting fuchsia. Fight harder for what we had, so this would be a brighter future. Sadly no, there she goes, I love her more than she could know. My stupid inch thick armour, caused me to watch her go. I will see her again, I’ll see those lilly white eyes. I’ll sink inside myself, and wish I’d told you lies.
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May 3, 2016
May 3, 2016 at 7:48 AM UTC
Fuscia lips
It’s my fault, she’s moving on, Openness just isn’t a trait of mine. That doesn’t mean I wanted her gone, just that I needed more time. Sorry I ******* things up, I guess that’s just my skill. I don’t realise I don’t talk much, I thought we had time to **** Honesty I gave you, This much is a fact. Only misery I imparted, I guess you didn’t need that. If I could go back to when we began Take back all my history. Just enjoy the time, leaving my pain a mystery. So as to nurture your smile, Of such inviting fuchsia. Fight harder for what we had, so this would be a brighter future. Sadly no, there she goes, I love her more than she could know. My stupid inch thick armour, caused me to watch her go. I will see her again, I’ll see those lilly white eyes. I’ll sink inside myself, and wish I’d told you lies.
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May 3, 2016
May 3, 2016 at 7:48 AM UTC
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