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The taste of madness in my mouth, The heat of it within my mind- roaring still despite your absence. Tempered in time they tell me Heavy phantoms may leave you still. But I am still whirling for you, And I feel so twisted for it, god. please. help. me. I still love him.
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Jul 11, 2018
Jul 11, 2018 at 12:13 AM UTC
Nightly prayers
The taste of madness in my mouth, The heat of it within my mind- roaring still despite your absence. Tempered in time they tell me Heavy phantoms may leave you still. But I am still whirling for you, And I feel so twisted for it, god. please. help. me. I still love him.
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Jul 11, 2018
Jul 11, 2018 at 12:13 AM UTC
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