The feelings only get clearer when relations become blur.
Only hate being alone after you loved chasing them away.
At that point you can’t deny it when you accept to see it.
It only begins to feel right when you get tired of doing it wrong.
And the only way you know it’s real is when no one fakes it.
but at some point no matter how clear you think you see it some things just stay blur and the hate of love creeps in, you may deny it and accept what seems to be right as being totally wrong but then you realise what you thought was real was just the biggest fake of the century.
Eden…
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TALES OF EDEN
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