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[alushea]

How can I tell you
That all I was to him
And all he ever made of me
Is lies
That not even he had faith in.

And you told me to let go
Let go of that anger
Those fears
These insecurities
And I told you

My fear will be your fiction
If you give me reason
To rewrite that truth.

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[sliding_ideas]

oh god, honey. my breath stopped when i read this, 'cause... you know that could have come from my mouth. except, in my case, i know he'll never give me that reason. he doesn't want the truth to be rewritten..
aah.. it's hard, i know.. i'm with you. hold on. thinking of you. xx