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Ya gave this old cynic hope real. authentic hope that courses through your veins patiently pulsing a potent potion of purpose perplexing passers-by repeatedly 'cause the heart finally matched my mask my smirk splitting stygian skies so starlessness simply seemed inconsequential 'cause there was a light a the end of the tunnel roaming blackness became romantic ambience inside darkness finally reaching a shred of light, deafening death's call budding blossoms began bringing ambition back to the barren soul in me And then you took it all away. As quickly as it came, you were gone. and I pretended to be strong, to not care, and to understand because it happens; sometimes you just lose feelings for someone And yet, I can't justify the radio-silence the horror movie-esqe once there, once gone of your voice telling me we were fine, and that I was fine a single hand bringing boatloads of bootlegged peace yet it was all just hormonal infatuated affection affecting affably and offering alliance when I needed it most So no thanks for the stab in the back I'm doing fine, thanks for pretending to care (as the boiling bathtub of blood blemishes floorboards below)
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Apr 30, 2017
Apr 30, 2017 at 11:00 PM UTC
First-Degree Betrayal
Ya gave this old cynic hope real. authentic hope that courses through your veins patiently pulsing a potent potion of purpose perplexing passers-by repeatedly 'cause the heart finally matched my mask my smirk splitting stygian skies so starlessness simply seemed inconsequential 'cause there was a light a the end of the tunnel roaming blackness became romantic ambience inside darkness finally reaching a shred of light, deafening death's call budding blossoms began bringing ambition back to the barren soul in me And then you took it all away. As quickly as it came, you were gone. and I pretended to be strong, to not care, and to understand because it happens; sometimes you just lose feelings for someone And yet, I can't justify the radio-silence the horror movie-esqe once there, once gone of your voice telling me we were fine, and that I was fine a single hand bringing boatloads of bootlegged peace yet it was all just hormonal infatuated affection affecting affably and offering alliance when I needed it most So no thanks for the stab in the back I'm doing fine, thanks for pretending to care (as the boiling bathtub of blood blemishes floorboards below)
lucas
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Apr 30, 2017
Apr 30, 2017 at 11:00 PM UTC
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