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I’m
sick and tired of ghosts and vindications, whitewash and eschewal.
Just keep quiet and keep going. No words of reassurance and no
lenient..
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A Story by Molly
A story about love and deception, embraced by the beautiful surreal.
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And all these words can spread like poisonjust as every syllable can healEach and every sentence yieldingto however I may feelYou can pull me out from..
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I
have a smile on my face where others would put a frown, but I can’t
or won’t do anything about it. I like it here between these sheets..
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