It's like sitting at the edge of a wall thinking through every thought, maybe I could have said the right words if only I had taken the right calls, maybe I should've given my heart without thoughts probably your definition of love would be right after all.

It hurts to be told lies in the face of the truth it's like examining the heart of a fly. It isn't just about infidelity, it isn't just about the heart shattered afterward there's a certainty the mind is robbed of its sanity.

The gift of choice has become a repeated circle of insanity. Relationships have become a plague of vanity, true love is a state of absolute clarity and sanity I know because I've been hit by reality.
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