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Tuesday, June 05, 2018

The game

Into the light we aim ourselves away from darkness we sweard, but i guess we both were blinded, let us settle midway and taste the bitterness of letting behind.
Into dusk let us toast this drink of gray.. I... I have spoken my lines that is what i am forced to do, and you have spoken your lines too and that is what they are telling you to do.
you cannot be my comfort anymore ... distance are not arms and distance is cold, feeling less.. o so poor.

your words are mere words like faces without names... i have spoken and you have spoken
now i am going back to sleep... it is done.. Didn't you know... There is no more games.

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