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i don’t want to love you
And yet, i cannot let go

This web we have spun
With threads of love and lust
Threatens to smother us

With love, we stepped into each other’s lives
With vows and promises never to be kept
As the mist lifts
And our sights clear
We face each other
With undisguised animosity
Trying to suppress the love that lies beneath

We wound with words
We wound with silence

We pretend to sleep
As we both toss and turn
In our own private hell

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This is the unfinished door to my bedroom in my flat, or as SC insists, my sister’s flat now that i don’t stay there anymore. This is the proof to what my sister assessment that i can never finish a job! Which is true. i get all enthusiastic about a project, will give it my all till i get bored. i had completed 4 door paintings and this was the last one i took up. Halfway through, i just lost the zeal. So now it stands as a living proof to the Jill-of-all-trades-mistress-of-none person that i am.