Of course, I wear this facade.
Of reds and golds, and armadillo skin.
Hard as nails,
Strong as diamonds.
But in me, water flows.
Of blue and green, and tissue dreams.
Though you don't see,
I shake and I scream.
For two different mes,
are so great.
But none are good.
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As someone wise once said.
"Never go back to an old love no matter how strong it is, because it's like reading the same book over and over again, when you already know how it ends."
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