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Kristin Ella

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This is the reason I never wanted to trust you,
The loss,
The Pain ,
Graffitied on my chest
The fears, are the ones that distanced you from me
What's going to happen to you
myself,
and to this sacred disaster we built,
Just Leave It!
Left scattered, while time lets it die?
Hold on tight,
Let you fade ,
Break the puzzle?
Well,
That’s Love though.
Reasons don't comfort, words get left unheard.
Sometimes we have to die to grow,
and every story is painted with tragedy
Tue, 18 Oct 2016 10:31 pm
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