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It seems that's the way life works
The toiling and bustling
All wrap up into a a bow
But it's decayed inside
You lose the gift of life along the way
Your hopes and dreams begin to fade
Your doe eyes become jaded
Your heart no longer beats
It just thuds against your chest
Like a rock hitting the pavement
Trying to break itself
Before it gets broken
Wednesday 10th January 2018 8:23 pm
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My love for you blossomed out of the cracks of your facade
Where your tears must have created the crevices
Which sowed seeds of beauty
For i have never been so enthralled in someone as I am with you
Wednesday 10th January 2018 8:21 pm
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