"I just keep building castles as the sands of time mix with these tears of mine. Lines became so blurred that I ended up walking in obscured circles of obliviousness; what living is this? Logic gave way to impulse as your lies left my trust with a thin pulse. Hope was on a tightrope; yet the balance between naivete and optimism was skewing as you continued doing dirt. The plunge was more painful than the hurt..."
-A. Lewis
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