Instinct
I didn’t follow mine.
Now I’m fucked four ways till Sunday.
I feel it.
I sense it.
I ignore it.
It’s my own fault for trusting you.
It’s my own fault for believing you.
For believing in you.
But I’ve got a sinking feeling.
I know deep down.
I feel it deep down.
Equal
You lie.
I’ll lie.
You hide.
I’ll hide.
You cheat.
I’ll cheat.
You hurt.
I’ll smile.
You cry.
I’ll smile.
You think you’ve gotten away with it but I’m ten steps ahead of you.
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