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Excuse the Obscene && Ignore the Untrue

A knife to the back led me to this fork in the road.
Emerging from traffic and into abandoned intersections.
Stay.
Wait with me for another car crash.
More twisted metal and broken bones then you could understand.
Once warm bodies, but what were we?
We�re the definition of disasters.
A mental morgue in place of emergencies.
Urgent enough to be your everything.
Imprinted on the soul of every living being.
As if it weren�t enough to walk away,
we run away instead.
You leave me,
and then�
nothing.
Only emotions left to intensify now.
Anger or pain and the option of agony.
Intentions aren�t enough to change a mind,
a memory�
or my faith in you.
Just make up some excuse for yourself,
or at least fake me a reason why.
Distance was only the thief,
and the partner with whom you conspire.
I call you on your bullshit�
your bluffing�
　
and I�m a liar.
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