you still my joy

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I won't waste my lungs trying to speak it out to you..
I passively reflect in most cases not to what has happened but to what i wrongly did. 
Reflections to our time visited, slowly fading, harder letting go, looking back hoping is there?. 
Still changing my outlook of things daily but i still lied,
you still my joy, 
my inspiration. 
I still grovel at the slightest thought of you. 
I may grovel I may wish I may become bitter I now see clearly the ain't a thing called a beautiful mind, thoughts darkening by the day and I realise why ya'll choose not to fall inlove guess i was a fool to ever think love was some special damn rather fuck. Love is overrated, that was my lesson to think twice to think before you leap.


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just call me Dhelia , whatever where you are , i'm coming for you

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