Torn by large hands and gripping eyes.
A look so deceiving, a body so innocent, a life just victimized.
Loved once and never again.
Just before the split, a crack, just long enough to consider the truth.
Just until the change has begun to occur.
Thrown back to the gutter, thrown back to crawl.
Thrown back into the house, thrown back to the wall.
A feeling that was never there.
A feeling that never will be there.
Just pretend.
The sweeter the sensation, all the lies are justification.
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