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What of the words we whisper as we slowly part...... Are they my own thoughts mirroring back to me? Or are they a reflection from honest places in your heart? Because you think I need to hear them as you so effortlessly breathe them life? I'm never quite sure if they're yours, or silvered images to soothe any hint of strife. Do you even know them intimately, as your own, as you hide behind a stoic wall of cavalier pretense? I challenge and seek a way to slip past the control you tenaciously maintain over yourself. Sliding closer
to the edge......
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