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A two week old cup of homemade lemonade right before I brush my teeth with vinegar
Losing all my trust,
yet I still believe you,
admitting my defeat.
You have lied,
many times before,
and you still told me things,
no body knows.
Showed your true colours,
but never showed your face.
Flirt with the thought of death,
somehow you were stopped,
but this time,
nothing stands in the way,
except for a bottle of rum,
a golden pen and a writing you'll never understand.
Sunday 2nd September 2018 12:16 am
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