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how can I be so perfect, but so not right?

how can I say it's ok and then turn out the light?

why can't I realize a farce for what it's worth? and end up not being the one with you till the end of earth?

why do I believe and believe its real?

when all I end up needing is to be healed?

there is no band-aid big enough to cover my heart. it will only be ripped open to heal apart. sticks and stones could break my bones, but words, actions, lies and deciect will wound me to the bone, and healing is more than a bandage can manage.