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For the illusion of a love lost, the delusion that love costs some steep sacrificial price, She would burn this shallow life, slit the throat of those she knows to hear the note of honest hearts gurgling in their skepticism. For the sake of the lie called love, that chemical drug she is feening for, that sad score that doesn’t really exist anymore, she would restore the weaknesses she once deplored and explore any other bit of madness to get this ******** back even though it was never what she thought it was.
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Mar 19, 2019
Mar 19, 2019 at 10:22 AM UTC
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For the illusion of a love lost, the delusion that love costs some steep sacrificial price, She would burn this shallow life, slit the throat of those she knows to hear the note of honest hearts gurgling in their skepticism. For the sake of the lie called love, that chemical drug she is feening for, that sad score that doesn’t really exist anymore, she would restore the weaknesses she once deplored and explore any other bit of madness to get this ******** back even though it was never what she thought it was.
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Mar 19, 2019
Mar 19, 2019 at 10:22 AM UTC
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