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It's goddamn war
Beneath your brunette hair Injustice isn't created It's just perceived My love isn't the demon Each and every time I've spun it each and every way I could save you from your pain You don't see it that way You're afraid Comfortability My inequity Suppose I'm not good enough I guess real love doesn't mean much To you... When faced between a lifetime of grief And rolling the dice with me You chose certainty I can't blame you I won't blame you But I promised you the world And would have delivered If you would have just trusted You just didn't
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Author"Anything I can not transform into something marvelous, I let go. Reality doesn't impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or another. No more walls." - Anais Nin Archives
February 2023
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