I don’t like this feeling.
Not knowing what’s real and not.
Being played for a fool and not realizing.
I don’t know what I mean to you.
At least not anymore.
I don’t even know if I exist in your world anymore.
You’re not taking the step.
And neither am I.
Standing where we were. I feel the crack getting wider.
Sooner or later,
We’d have to move.
We refuse to do anything till it’s too late.
A promise. A lie.
They all mean the same damn thing.
It’s just how they sound.
Two is better than one?
Maybe sometimes is best to just be left alone.
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