Through A Harsh Chase


United States
27° 32' 43.836" N, 99° 15' 22.9896" W

Sadly in a race against, love doubt will linger my mind, selfishness will decompose the inside of my very own soul, and the reality of her being closer to another man would rip my heart apart, in the end she is too fast. I'd chase but in a race that's filled with broken promises I'd loose my shortness of breath, loose my strength, and my hear would sigh in despair. In a chase for a woman in uncertainty I'd tremble, fall and lose.

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In the end i lost the race of love

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