these hours

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these hours that not every thought has been taken by everyone else yet

these are the hours,
where the demons come out

to every story,
there's always 2 sides

the lie which he'll make himself believe
or
the truth that will take time to unfold

it's up to me to move on
and
it's up to you to apologize

but i know that
you never will

and
i am okay with that

the more i grow up,
the more i realize i was just a teenager going thru a faze that took years to realize that it was stupid

these hours are time to reflect
was this a lesson
or something i had to go thru to build thicker skin

i guess i'll never know

i wanna escape sometimes,
but there's no one to run to

it's either time will tell
or
your fate is sealed

secrets don't stay secrets forever

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