Maybe I won't know. Maybe It'll never show. For the better so the heart don't hurt. Lying to self due to there's no point in adding to another useless worth. As even that is a twist of words telling tales trying to hide fears. Oh the believing is such bullshit no one wants to hear. When the truth is, emotion wants to live a lil more than lately. As so many with interest simply wanna verbally crucify me with a debate. Attempting to be the one that see me free. So they can enjoy what's been cooped up since the heart shut the door on dreams. It's possible I won't care if I never relate to having a reason to feel again. It's plausible to think I've crossed over into an unknown drift as a man. In a phase of freedom from restraints relations wanna shackle to fate. With a few fuck ems to escape the inevitable end awaiting depression claiming the face. Never to listen to another side of why I'm not what they thought I was. Just to endure the final chapter close on what qas said to be a different type of luv...
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