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¤ b e l i e v e ¤

what is it to believe

i'd often ask

and sooner or later the one i had bereaved

would haunt me because of what happened in the 

past.

days had gone by since you

had first answered

i hadn't looked at the sky so blue

since you had left me wondering,
leaving me shattered.

again, and again, i'd wonder what is it to believe?

is it to doubt?

or to be d e c e i v e d?

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tell me, do you think we can still be friends?