I Detest Asking That Question...

[myownhate]

Ever just want to be alone, serving the silent waves of soft remorse as they wash over you. Passing over the shades of grey illuminating the vast surfaces of your room. Sit alone and think in rhyme, the prose conflicting in itself. With delicate hand a heart is broken, the grey can now enter more vividly into the mind

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[decanting_love]

it will pass...
when?
heh, you're asking the wrong guy
but it will.
and we'll be buds through it.
I promise
deal?