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It is I,who is afraid,who feels blazed,with what a touch could bring.A touch,of your fingers,of your nose, lips, mouth,of your heart.But it is your lo..
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I see it, my love. I finally see it. Your hate. Your anger. Your love. Your desire. Your sin. Me. Myself. I.
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… But what would I do…
… To stop loving you?
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What you are doing to me right now.
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The ghost of our yesterday haunt us like there's no tomorrow.The songs of our hearts mix into one.We were different You and IUp and DownLeft and Right..
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I pushed away. She left me. And all that is left are rambles of self denial and regret.
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IMy familywho knows what's best for meWilla verbpertaining to the futureBeanother verba word of actionHerea placea home for meFora preposition or conj..
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One world crumblesin the presence of many others.Such as expectations,for they are a heart's unneededyet ever present burden.As well as the despairing..
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Tomorrow is my final day.
Tomorrow I’ll be left to hung.
Dry.
Lifeless.
Meaningless.
Tomorrow it’ll hurt.
Tomorrow I..
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What I want to do was destroy perfection and to create beauty from imperfection, and now, to me it feels closest to bliss.
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