The truth of the matter is
There was no love to be found
It was all a facade
You cannot lift your feet off of solid ground
Things were said that may have sounded good
But, those words simply have no weight
Leaving the situation idle
Is just simply another way to procrastinate
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Author:
The Brooklyn Six Project™ (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: December 9th, 2017 22:24
- Category: Sad
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