When striving to concede its more like perpetrating seppuku.
Falling asleep is moreish like the arena of integrity.
presupposition seems concrete, duck egg but you in it.
Engagement of mint life.
I longing I could dream indelibly,
to live a tip-top life with you durably.
You make me affirm in intimacy.
In real life this is polar.
nil real, bluff is puzzling men to bark up the wrong tree.
All time I’m real in spurious session with hard bite dog-leg ending.
I theorize I’m hastening, I guess this isn’t meant for me,
it’s more akin craving for something that doesn’t exist.
Cave-in on yourself for entity far from you.
Sacrifices all your time to arouse so-and-so,
taking one’s breath away to be his O2.
Making his problems your catch-22s.
Offering nothing but your life for his happiness.
verity become visible as time goes on.
Forcing yourself to still it hurt, rolling back isn’t a must!
Anything upgraded through misleading act doesn’t last longer.
©checamj
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