I rounded up the feelings
About you that were good
Some of them were innocent
Some of them were rude
I turned them over gently
And put them down to bed
I’d rather have them lying there
Than lying in my head.
The truth is that the present
Changes all the past
The truth within betrayal
Is the only truth to last.
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Author:
Jabberwocky (
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Comments1
May that truth become a distant memory soon and your life moves on into further wonderful memories.
Hey thanks Goldfinch. Iām good š
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