The Lost Room Pt.1

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Trust is complex as a rubik's cube/
Conniving devil, when you hate your affection is minuscule/
And deadly at the same time, my mind is riddled/
With memories of you/
It seems you can't be of good riddance/
I'm over you but still undergoing symptoms/
A victim who's conflicted with a perilous vision/
In my head so much I can't get out of this prism/
Just the other night she was wishin i would let her listen/
To the poison I was given/
That conjured this predicament/
She says that I'm driftin and have no commitment/
I want for her to stay but my actions prove different/
Her intuition is guilty before innocence/
A couple that could fission in time/
Divide the light, to a point, to separate lives/
Slip into an abyss, that seems appropriate/
But a vulnerable state is what I wrote this in

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