A gap forming
feeling less binding
I am to blame-always..
me, myself..alone.
To a loved one i am a deciever,
A bitch in the weaver.
a bubble from the froth,
bursting to be gone.
Disconnected is relative,
illusioned is medicative,
lies is dedicative.
realize it like a mirror..
just a reflection, not the self.
just a skin on me, not the self.
just pretending, not the self.
Never 2 sides of a coin..only one.
the other one is our shield..our excuse.
soulless is the mantra..
no root,no branches, no fruit, no truth.
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