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  She sits in Starbucks drinking her caramel macchiato But she sits alone Her eyes are soft like honey But her face a stone cold mask
Never turning back, to look at the past, the torture, and humiliation, that I had done, or it has done to me. Just to look back at the good times, but it vanishes, and all I can see is the bad things, the things scarred into my mind, making me loc
Love is like on coming traffic, you have no control over it. You don't know what is going to happen next or how it will impact you.
We all get screwed up in the end.  Life screws us up. We all face our own battles. Wage our own wars.  Concur our own enemies.  And fall down at our own turns.
Where a beating heart may be A cold, silent stone lies Bleeding for none, lying still For it was long ago that it died
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