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The Dilemma.
Like a feather punched
In the middle of the torn pages,
I lay questioning the existence,
Of whether you loved me ever,
Or just wanted to keep me for yourself.
© insanity_with_brains
In the middle of the torn pages,
I lay questioning the existence,
Of whether you loved me ever,
Or just wanted to keep me for yourself.
© insanity_with_brains
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