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*there will always be more time, to live.


*how wrong i've been.
i want to possess, but not be owned.
i want to be warm in my bed, next
to somebody, and know that you are
cold.
i want to believe what i do,
and not have my mind changed
by you.
i want you to lie, so i can
let go. even if it hurts.
i've been looking for flaws and
i have found none. i retrace
our motions and find only me...
slightly damp from panic, stricken
still with regret.
i believe that you are for me...
our connection is strong. but i
can't communicate to you what
i've known has been wrong.
and it breaks my will.
silence plays like a song.