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I handed you the boat of trust.
Like a Lilly of the valley,
Pure as it could be.
I thought of you as angel,
Someone my eyes won't fear.
But when did you change
Or was it you, still the same?
Is it my fault that
I couldn't see?
The lust behind this sane,
And the fact that you
didn't abstaine.
Those small hands
that you held,
Every strands of hair
that you swept,
They all trusted you.
Trusted you till the end.
Till the clock seemed to stop.
And the boat finally sank.
Later you said
you couldn't take the
rejection well,
Although you're sorry
But does it really change?
The fact of what happened,
Does it really blurs into the
edges of the past?
Then why does your name
still lock me in a box?
The moment light's whisked away,
Everything flashes back.
Why can't I still trust ?
Everyone seems to have lust?
That little girl did grow up,
But she still bears the scars.
The vase you broke
Shard by shard
Is still falling apart.
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-16feb,19
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The Diary Of Thoughts
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