Bits of stories that seep through the cracks of the doors - bits of stories I cannot in this reality ignore - will be lost forever - will be another lesson learned
Bits of stories do you see how I wanted to love them - why I now must betray them - like lava flow that rolls into the sea - this eruption must wash over me
Where does reality draw the line - fingernails against the skin - tells me which reality I am in...
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