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Don't run.
Still, she wants to hide
A turn was taken and she knew it could never go wrong
despite all that frequent special moments
she still found a reason to hide,
to hide away from all that truth she could've known.
'This was it', it kept replaying in her head
How she trusted herself
building a barrier all around her to prevent any mistakes
But what went wrong?
It felt terrible,
pulling away from the facts
trying hard to lie
but only to know it's all in vain.
Again she wired herself to satisfactions,
satisfactions she would never have found in you.
Because you were nothing but lies,
Big. Fat. Lies.
She only wanted the truth.
But tears keep falling.
♥