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The twins, they never seem to agree.
Two sides of the same coin, living like that ain't easy.
Her eyes rolled back,
washing down those pills with 80 proof.
"Jaime, stop."
She's not listening.
Not like she ever does...
"Don't pretend like it's me you care about."
Words like bullets, per usual.
But what hurt more?
Those words?
Or the truth in them?
Last edited by Schizophrenic; 12-03-2014 at 03:45 PM.
And I hope you have not a single still moment.
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