We did not speak in volumes, but with quiet mouths that were infant-like.

They say the truth is but a shard of glass. Although I've already known the truth, I cannot touch the handle, for hearing it will only dig me deeper. I've forgotten to watch out for the reality. Humans aren’t worth of trust when they have gotten all they want from you, they’ll scrub you off them like a crust & let you heal in a fleeting moment. I wish I'd still be naive enough to believe in such fairytales. I have come a long way, with how much longer still to go? Who knows but maybe, I'm just adjusting myself to a brand new life. I'm sick of all the drama & play-acting that's revolving around me. This is when I see a need to stop this cycle from spinning before I reach the edge of sanity.
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We've broken daydreaming trances & all those starshot musings.

My heart dangles by a thread, like a game of hangman. As you determine my fate, by guessing games.
I chased away her pain with my hands, following it into the astral world of her secret dreams. We're broken & to be pawned & sold for parts. We're whole in our fractures, we're full of hollows & hot air. There's an air of regret & a bitter taste of gin & overripe memories. My smile is still slipping to one side & my knock-off heart is cracking.
I'm just a paper saleswoman, trying to convince the world that your empty static promises ring around in my ears with the sound of your goodbye.
How would you react, if I told you, you're kind of sexy, in a strange way. haha
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Chipping away at my faltering heart.

I was left dejected & crumpled like my note on the greasy floor of your rubber car mat. I'm just a silly girl who thinks that quicker breaths & facet water will make my eyes believe that they are sad enough to shed a tear, or three or fortysix or sevenhundred&ninetytwo - whatever would be the exact amount to bring you back. Often I wonder what shade of crayola your eyes are today, or if you're sketching out on sidewalks the way you always did. I know that it's because of you that the night washes away thse sunbeams, & it's your hand that drew the celestial flurries that make me so jealous of the stars ; because every night, they get to see you.
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Blinded by your lies, I never saw your all.

MARTINA Pope stood at the top of the roof, her eyes were unconsciously drawn to the city lights beneath her. This was the exact place where Hayley threw herself off on the night before her wedding day. Hayley had been too selfish. Didn't they both agreed to run away on the twenty-first, twenty-first of July?
A lil' editing & there I have it.. Hayley oh Hayley. Ma Hayley.
I've told myself I'd never think of suicide. But I did one night. It is true. Maybe I can live again.
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Pretend life is a fairytale.


This 's when my craziness strikes.

Everyone is smiling & happy music is playing in the background & there's only going to be sunny days.
Everyone is saying, here's your happy ever after, it's all yours now.
Everyone is happy -
Well, except for you, 'cuse right now you're pretending you don't exist.
I don't want to be me anymore. Disguise the imperfections, j-j-just let me fit in.
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