sometimes i sit alone, and pretend that yer right there, god.... i can almost smell your hair, the decision to leave, was mine alone, you thought i couldnt see, all the things, that went down, between you and me, though i was hardly in the plot, i had to make it stop, i couldnt let this be, just standing here, pretending... that things will change, just standing here, sullen.. ive lost this fucked up game....
Reason for writing:
love i hate it..cipher
Birth sign: Aries
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