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thinking makes me want you more you revolve around the thoughts in my head actually, almost everything you're the center of it, center of all though it doesn't make sense at times I try to mend it with your voice that in all that matters it heals me, fixing the chaos jiggles in my head breathing makes me want you more the lilac in your scent, the perfume you bought I really think, you didn't need it And I still do, for when you walk or talk pass me all i could think was how and why you've almost paralyzed me deep inside if I could just breathe you in forever I wouldn't need any other gas oxygen be ****** you keep my lungs alive hurting makes me want you more it's the only thing that hold the two of us and not because you hurt me, no I did this to myself, I brought myself to this that's why I like it, I love it although it hurts, it makes me think that it's real that i was not dreaming about all of these it's real because I feel how the tiny bits of my heart crashed onto the floor saw it with my to naked visions feeling makes me want you more you make it real you make it easy though it hurts, i wouldn't mind your love, is enough even unrequited mine is
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Jan 11, 2014
Jan 11, 2014 at 9:26 AM UTC
desire
thinking makes me want you more you revolve around the thoughts in my head actually, almost everything you're the center of it, center of all though it doesn't make sense at times I try to mend it with your voice that in all that matters it heals me, fixing the chaos jiggles in my head breathing makes me want you more the lilac in your scent, the perfume you bought I really think, you didn't need it And I still do, for when you walk or talk pass me all i could think was how and why you've almost paralyzed me deep inside if I could just breathe you in forever I wouldn't need any other gas oxygen be ****** you keep my lungs alive hurting makes me want you more it's the only thing that hold the two of us and not because you hurt me, no I did this to myself, I brought myself to this that's why I like it, I love it although it hurts, it makes me think that it's real that i was not dreaming about all of these it's real because I feel how the tiny bits of my heart crashed onto the floor saw it with my to naked visions feeling makes me want you more you make it real you make it easy though it hurts, i wouldn't mind your love, is enough even unrequited mine is
how i feel at the moment, making the moment pass to be with the one i like. I failed her...
qua-patet-orbis
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Jan 11, 2014
Jan 11, 2014 at 9:26 AM UTC
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