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Little Lamb Aug 2014
I want to feel safe and content. Let's leave love to the losers who don't know better. The ones who haven't yet experienced the gut wrenching pain that devours every sinew of hope and fills you full of fake promises that will never be kept, never be followed through but instead will charge off the ******* naive furious blaze of energy, so eager to please.

I want something different.
I want US to create our own neolexia, something that nobody else has shared or can replicate. Something that is as unique as the rhythm -
that beats out -
in my chest -
when I hear -
your voice.
Little Lamb Jul 2014
All dark times before,
Dissipate like magic mist,
When I hear your voice.

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