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I traded big baby blues for wide eyed browns;
Smooth and soft, a colour chart of skin
A long stare held between baby blues and wid..
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My eyes
They watch
Your back.
My hands
They clench
And shake.
I look
I stare
I glance away.
This is a disease,
En..
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It seems, my dear
That you have fallen for me
What an interesting twist of fate
What a nice pawn to play.
Yet now I believe, my lover ..
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Did I lose myself in hate?
Did I drown myself in lies?
Did I take the time to think
Who I really was inside?
Did I go along with what people wan..
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I was born under a bad star
A bad sign full of misconceptions
About what would increase and decline
I was born when angels cried
Crying tears of..
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a lot of s**t babble.
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Your arms.
Your hands.
Your eyes.
Your creamy, white, skin.
Your legs.
Your hair.
Your thin, ruby, lips.
Tonight I'm gonna sit ..
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about my boyfriend at the moment. nothing I do is enough for him, and all I do is try and make things better while he destroys it all. Had to vent, ca..
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I wanna scream
Tears prick my eyes
I wanna run
And think maybe I could fly
I wanna shout
Lift my arms and make it count
I wanna scream I wanna..
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I'll try to sprint, I'll try to duck and dive, I'll look love in its aphrodite eye
I'll run through quicksand, I swear I can make it through
If I co..
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