Yet another distraction; a nearly fatal attraction.
Getting lost in one another's space-time contraptions.
How could we do this to eachother, and be so careless with our actions?
I can't take the blame this time, though I was wrong in my reaction.
You can rub it in my face, for your very own satisfaction.
But I will always know the truth; I can see the equal fractions.
Aug 11, 2018
Aug 11, 2018 at 6:25 PM UTC
Yet another distraction; a nearly fatal attraction.
Getting lost in one another's space-time contraptions.
How could we do this to eachother, and be so careless with our actions?
I can't take the blame this time, though I was wrong in my reaction.
You can rub it in my face, for your very own satisfaction.
But I will always know the truth; I can see the equal fractions.
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