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killer.
TheOne.

Your photo here.

Nothing is available here.
What will be, will be.

strike out.

I might know my heart someday.
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Me.

the one.

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hearts talking.




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23 November 2011

Your kind lies
I hate myself for wanting to believe it
If I wasn’t so sensitive

 
Would I have been able to spend more time next to you?
 
 
But I can hear it in me
The heart that’s about to leave
It hurts to see you being considerate
I’m sad at my anxious-self


Get me out of this path that will only lead me to despair



Your greed of not wanting to be a bad person
My greed of acting oblivious and tolerate this


This ugly truth

This is it, there’s no answer





You don't have to understand it, because I never expect you to.


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