lonelyheart
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she's more than just a pretty face with basic taste
her insecurities, she hides them well
but they still leave a trace
I see her come home at night
Why don't you realize, all the pain you caused me? Left me in a unclear whirl. Now I am lost. Nowhere to go, no one to love, no place feels safe. Trust has become a lie. For all the times I had to try, just to speak to you.
