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I.

Cheryl.

Sweetpea.

Shoot, sexaye!



Vain vintage.

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Monday, July 18


twisted

twisted in
her own special way
the sins were too vast
to hide, and in
that fear she built the walls
that made her seem so cold,
but at least
the sin remained untold.

kicking, fighting
your glance suffocates
how torturous, that empty stare
void of recognition,
and worse - hate,
she dare not jump no more
for faith will
not break her fall.

tangled up in
the mess of memories
how choking, the untouchable can be.
maybe she wants to break free.
i need you so bad
she says with a sigh
all the while knowing
she;s living in a lie.


get up, baby
it;ll be fine. look out, honey.
this love will die.

and i don;t know what to do
cause i;ll never be with you.




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