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I've always wondered why
he never looks at me the same
thanks to you
not a shadow of doubt in his mind
that what you said is true
i understand ..
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Under the willow tree
Where he said we would meet
I waited in
imagination’s
Cold defeat
Under glowing skies
Perfectly unfinished
You sto..
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She was always a little fucked up
Masked her insecurities with beauty and symptoms
What was it that made her her?
Was I no more than a phantom?..
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the seasons persist
my penetrating anger
arises from me once more
through the dim light a promise
acolossal vitality of one's life and illusionm..
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