Cheating on more than his wife
wondering if she can hold him for just one night
Nothing more to think of life
He walks down the street
Wishing he could find a creek
Lasting love feels more like lust
like pain
like rust
Not proud of his decision
The life of him is fiction
He wishes for a new begining
His ife as he know it is over
Beyond the fact of no return
It is more of his personal concern
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