Trust me while I don’t trust you.
The worm in the apple of concern.
Distant lover angering, not inching, closer.
The language of anger allows one to deny what anger is actually about. The statement “I’m angry at… or because…” feels better while angry, thus justifying anger, rather than questioning it.
These ayes are a blast.
Miffed and adrift.
Setting my faith on fire.
Wise and graceful in suffering.
Betrayal tale.
From wreck tangle to wreck less.
More than an equivalent attempting to equivocate.
Construction sight.
A crying sin is a crying shame.
The easiest person to deceive is myself.