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12:50 AM
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Madame Guillotine
Have I allowed my head to become severed from my body? For I seem to have taken leave of my wits. I do know that my heart has already been seriously damaged, and yet, I have found out that there was still a small part of it left beating, capable of being wounded, yet again.
I hold onto whatever shred of common sense left to me by not giving up the only single thing I have control to keep close to myself. My home. My sanctuary. My place of privacy where I cannot be traced; try as one may, I am as elusive as a black cape on a moonless night.
O, the months pass so quickly, as my heart drags behind me, begging me to set it free.
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wait for the right moment to make your move
AND THEN MAKE IT
you will land on your feet
you always have
right?
ps: if i misunderstood what you were talking about
sorry