and so the tale continues.
i was too hard on them.
out of nowhere i spat it all out.
in my self defense,
i call it : thinking aloud.
and it may keep on spreading.
true colour it is.
i may just have stepped right over the fence.
but truth is;
i'm just tired of commitment.
too much obligation.
i nearly lost myself.
fixture need to be done.
well, i think that is the future's base.
separated wingmen,
with mixture of gland,
not so hard to blend
yet hard to be sent.
this is the part when i lost faith in apology.
but the truth is,
i am really sorry.
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