untruthful

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Speechless, words do not flow about how I feel Lost like ashes in the wind nothing I see appeals  Heart ripped, battered and sore with the sledgehammer I trusted you once, twice, but not again with your disruptive manners
My eyes are sore I imagine the red rims where all the thoughts swim and melt into a dream right before me   And ignore me, the very part that i've buried with the ribbons and the bows and the fury
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