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Be careful, hold on, let go and you will find yourself found. People care, just not the ones who you thought. Let the truth trinkle through like a slow moving creek. Following the flow, i let it all go i drop in the rest because i have nothing to show. You were almost there, but walked away before i had a chance, do you really think it can just be taken away? I want to know; i want you to show, but whatever you tell me it's a lie in a show. How much does it cost for you to be the woman i met; ha clever you were foolish i am. I don't think i ever really had a chance. Don't litter my head with your lies and deciet but true love often is only just for one. The other a liar might as well end me i might as well end the trinkles of hope; where did you go? Only you can know where is my truth? Buried beneath short breaths and a man in heat.