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What danger lay in the meeting of extremes!

How could I not touch you?

The guilt haunts my mind.

I give myself to you

I never thought I could feel like this.

Thine eyes can see the storm before us, swimming and swirling in a blue sea. The line of boundary is purged and the whisper is not heard...

He sold his soul for a doll.

A great fire within me burns brightly. When they threaten me, the fire jumps to life and rages beautifully. Calm me, O words of..

Dread to them. They can tell me what to do, and I have to deal with it. Annoyance creeps up behind me like a black cat in a dar..

Dark mask covers who you used to be.