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I tried to make a home out of you, but doors lead to trap doors, a stairway leads to nothing. Unknown women wander the hallways at night. Where do you go when you go quiet?
You remind me of my father, a magician ... able to exist in two places at once. In the tradition of men in my blood, you come home at 3 a.m. and lie to me. What are you hiding?
The past and the future merge to meet us here. What luck. What a fucking curse.
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10 years.
Not one shred of doubt was given to you from my mouth.
The taste of betrayal has not yet been fed to me by your lies.
Are you lying?
10 years is all it took. To some it is eternity, and to others it is the blink of an eye.
I prefer the blink of an eye. That shows the comparison to the unity of each other for the rest of your life.
You have made me start thinking eternally.
What are you hiding?
Honesty. It's been tainted by the rotten demons you have brought into our sanctuary.
It was my home.
Lies.
They fly out of your mouth.
Trust.
Something I still hold onto like my life is at stake.
It is fraying.
Happiness is at stake.
Please, my god, let him be true.
Lift the doubt from my mind.
Relief.
I beg of you.
What are you doing my love?
