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Writing and painting are my outlets for those pesky little things called emotions. The experiences and feelings we sometimes have trouble shaking off.


You Speak of Love You speak of love As if you understand it You speak of love As if you experienced it Yet when it was yours You turned away When it was yours You turned the knife You denied its existence You betrayed its existence Now you speak of true love? Now you come to realise its importance? Now its too late my love Some things are beyond repair True love stories never end? But yours was never true dear friend

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