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Im sorry I should've but pride got in the way A deep dark valley of when will you come back to me just standing there, I couldn't see past it. I'm sorry I could've but selfishness got in the way A mountain of you took me for granted kept growing, i couldn't feel past it. I'm sorry. I would've but fear got in the way. An effluvium of i deserve more blew, i couldn't smell past it I'm sorry I must've but the crispy icicles of slander slithering out of your mouth severed my palate, i couldn't taste past it. I'm sorry I wanted to, i want to but the reticence of silence between us was deafening but I heard past it. The nugatory inconsequential words you used to erode my life, i heard them all. I've been patient but the allegorical depiction of your interpretation of promise fazes me I still love you but tell me this Are all these obstacles worth it?
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Mar 29, 2018
Mar 29, 2018 at 6:13 AM UTC
I'm sorry
Im sorry I should've but pride got in the way A deep dark valley of when will you come back to me just standing there, I couldn't see past it. I'm sorry I could've but selfishness got in the way A mountain of you took me for granted kept growing, i couldn't feel past it. I'm sorry. I would've but fear got in the way. An effluvium of i deserve more blew, i couldn't smell past it I'm sorry I must've but the crispy icicles of slander slithering out of your mouth severed my palate, i couldn't taste past it. I'm sorry I wanted to, i want to but the reticence of silence between us was deafening but I heard past it. The nugatory inconsequential words you used to erode my life, i heard them all. I've been patient but the allegorical depiction of your interpretation of promise fazes me I still love you but tell me this Are all these obstacles worth it?
When you realise there is more to life than waiting around for someone to love you back
BlackRoyalQuin
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33/F/Pretoria, South Africa
Mar 29, 2018
Mar 29, 2018 at 6:13 AM UTC
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