Eye of the Storm

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relationships

I let you tear the paper from my heart
To expose the love that it imparts
Feelings of raw endings appear
Reality of things that we don’t share
What could more time possibly help?
When all the cards have already been dealt
Destiny was our dream
Seemingly to never make the scene
Hopefully, tomorrow i'll look to the skies
Though, storms will probably still be in your eyes.

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