Such a fine little line.
Boiling and calm all at the same time.
Makes me want to burn.
Makes me want to sigh.
Nothing is wrong
Everything thing is wrong
Give me a fucking break
When it's over it's truly gone
Despite your good intentions
Despite your sentiments
Despite the things that were
The love has turned to hate
Perhaps it was always hate disguised as a flimsy excuse for love
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