I lead you to my life
Yet you still claim
Another direction
Though the roads are harsh.
Sweet and fond memory,
Intuition
Caters excessively
As times depart.
Leading you here this day
Only retains
Mere infatuation,
Lies and resentment.
No more moments to see,
I'll move over
And leave you with my life -
Stained, scarred endlessly.
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