And if I were to go that route, you seem to fear so,
It wouldn't matter
My words, are some wreckage; soul-crashed,
they stay shattered
Say you care too many times, I might believe it
But the truth is, you lie, Miss - and even if I poured it out in some weepy note, you'd never read it... • apa 
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- Reposted from anonymous
