Love is like a dagger,
stuck in your side.
You don't know how deep it is,
and how much
it's going to kill you,
until it goes away.
[ Don't go away. Please. ]
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My Lies
PoetryThe average person tells four lies a day, one-thousand, four-hundred and sixty a year, and eighty-seven-thousand and six-hundred by the age of sixty. And the most common lie is: "I'm fine." Cᴏᴘʏʀɪɢʜᴛ © 2013/2014 - InkButterfly
