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Nov 2012
Addicted to her moans
Go head, throw the stones
I know I'm a sinner
Eating her for dinner
But I've made my choices
Can't listen to these voices
Differences divides
My conscious resides
Battles won and battles lost
The line forbidden to be crossed
But I've crossed my own line
Ignored all the signs
So what if I'm a ****
I do what I like
Looking temptation in the eye
Too precious to say goodbye
I can't help these thoughts of mine
Consequences teach me fine
It could be worse I confess
How else to make progress
Living fearless and alive
Don't care whether I survive
I'd rather fail while trying
Than be bored and crying
L Smida
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