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Man child.

I love you more than you love me. I think you would get over me in a couple of days. How ironic. Those words sound now. Like a line. From an old movie. I learned. The hard way. About who you really are. You. Tried for so long. To hide. Behind. All of the lies. Where does the acting end. And the real you begin. There is no you. You. Do not have a clue. Who you are. Pretend. Mimic. Play. A role. Do as you are told. Only a little boy. Life is confusion. All is an illusion.




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Publicerad 2016-03-17 17:50



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Beatrice Berglund
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