after learning how to trust, I find there's so little to trust. least of all myself.
all this time, thinking you're knowing where you're going; after you veer off the road more than once though, you begin to forget which turn was a mistake.
you can't take back yesterday. But don't spend all tomorrow wishing you could.
Its funny, how people can't lie with their eyes. we lie with our mouths but our eyes can only tell truth. I see it in your face.
a memory is a very present thing.
i know that very well
i know that very well
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