a contrived ending.

to be envious of her for what i already have,

for what i think i have. there is no consistancy

anymore. things are ever-changing fast. i'm

living in a dream world where there's tenderness

behind his kisses rather than an animalistic thirst.

we've given life to our precious bastard of a lie,

yet we fail to take responsibilty for its tirade.

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