Entangled...

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To begin
It had never begun..
To end
It never started..
Dilemma
Went through it
Fate
Not meant for it..
In YOU believed too much
Lost a heart, a breath a touch..
Freak reasons
Entangled in emotions
Chose a path
Never to turn back..
Love stroked hard..
But still I’m glad..
Looked for Knives..
Found some Forks..
Happy to realise..
Was just cutting a toast..
Things seem to be falling in place..
Just wish to clean YOU off from me under my skin my face....

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