We let it all fall before we let the walls come crumbling down. When, then, they go right back up on repeat though the words sounded terrible and now it's such an original song that could be so beautiful. But she spoke about the facade that the pretties put up and I couldn't help but relate to the ugly side of that. And you blamed me for my memory while yours seems extinguished to all I deserve. She was derogatory for deleting the doormat. I was derogatory for ending up on the floor where I pushed you to her and I should've just let her suck you in. I thought our roles were reversed, I'd love to see the ending of you two, blindly in the same roles. And how you'd both get so screwed up and miss out on the rolling of the mat.
J.
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