Love and lies; love or lies.
My room is filled with sunlight and the scent of who we were last night.
I look at his closed eyes, deep in slumber.
This is not love but neither is it a lie.
I like having you around but you're not mine and neither am I yours.
We're not lovers but we're more than friends, unfortunately that's where it ends.
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Infidelity
RomanceWhen a room is already filled with lies, secrets, depression and anxieties; Is there any room left for love. Can space be made to accommodate it? Find out in Africa's story as she bites more than she can chew, when she already has a mouthful. Trigge...
