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My Own Private Demon
Have you ever had a love
that slowly started to
dissipate
as soon as you sparked it?
It's like terror in a love story.
It's like your opening your insides
waiting for them to be
gutted out of you.
But instead of opening up, you find
yourself giving only
small entries...
keeping them on their toes,
blinding them, hoping that they'll
stop prying
and let you
spill
at your own pace.
Sometimes I feel like this life is a race
to see who will fall on their face
just one too many times.
that slowly started to
dissipate
as soon as you sparked it?
It's like terror in a love story.
It's like your opening your insides
waiting for them to be
gutted out of you.
But instead of opening up, you find
yourself giving only
small entries...
keeping them on their toes,
blinding them, hoping that they'll
stop prying
and let you
spill
at your own pace.
Sometimes I feel like this life is a race
to see who will fall on their face
just one too many times.
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