his pretty little lies.
this isn't just about me and you,
it's bigger than the whole sky,
that feeling worsening every time you're opening your mouth,
but then, you'd say I was the traitor.
was it over when you looked at me in the car mirror? or was it when your mouth fell on hers?
i don't even know the truth.
do not call me back or expect any reply because you'd get all of my wrath.
finding I was the other woman truly broke my heart.
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museum of moments
Non-FictionHere comes the madness, they said. You'll find your own way by experiencing life. Don't be afraid of losing yourself in the process. This book is for the scarred, the lonely and the misunderstood.
