I want to scream in the phone.
I want to scream in your face!
From the moment we met up I knew you’d break this heart of mine. Too good to be true… I commend you. Move to Hollywood. It suits you.
Rocking a mind takes some talent, you own your lies like you own your possessions. How close you keep them, and how very little you let them go out of your sight.
Good enough hasn’t been a concern.. and I see consumption doesn’t ever satisfy.
What you understand and what is actually happening are two different updates. In my heart I’m wishing a better path for you in sake of 3. Beyond that, our path should remain separate. We’ll go on in our years, watching different trees mature, time fly by.. but really we’ll always exist under the same moon.
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