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It's a mystery as to why I still love those that lie through their teeth.
Why I am still spinning my tires in this mud hole of love, and wondering what the next move is.
I pray for the courage to stand up for myself, and call out those who have done me wrong.
But I feel like it's not my place.
THEY need to be ready before I can spill the beans.
And that's just wrong.
Everything truly does happen for a reason.
I'm sure there's many reasons why there hasn't been a reunion, or change of any sort.
But what I don't understand is why it's so hard to be thruthful.
I crave honesty and love more than any other.
I need to quit putting a face to that sort of happiness.
Why I am still spinning my tires in this mud hole of love, and wondering what the next move is.
I pray for the courage to stand up for myself, and call out those who have done me wrong.
But I feel like it's not my place.
THEY need to be ready before I can spill the beans.
And that's just wrong.
Everything truly does happen for a reason.
I'm sure there's many reasons why there hasn't been a reunion, or change of any sort.
But what I don't understand is why it's so hard to be thruthful.
I crave honesty and love more than any other.
I need to quit putting a face to that sort of happiness.