A trip back to the forgotten lane was a broken promise I once made to myself.
The quandary of getting "caught" yet the bliss of secrecy was too much but so addictive as well.
For once it was mentioned, curiosity does wonders.


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Yet another story unfold and this time, fill me up in hope.
I long for the excitement and assuarance you once promised me.
Nonetheless, so the promise I made to you.
But why do we keep rerunning the same images in our mind?


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Promises and vows.
Why can't one abide to it?
Why the need to bend when a rule was set?
A thousand whirl of doubtss, unspoken mistook emotions.
Why do I have to assume?



Should I trust you?