fictionary… 8 megapixel artist… bloody awful poet.


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She said…


I wanna make you feel all better.

Be absolution for the blame.


I said…

I appreciate that,


But I no longer play the game. 

I won’t give myself that freely now,

or ever be the same. 

I don’t let my guard down,

because you haven’t earned my pain. 

And there is no absolution

for the blame.


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