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Smeone Call A Doctor.

I knew it was dangerous..

To be in his very presence like a

Moth who's gotten himself too close to the light.

Like a natural born pacisfist picking a fight.

Like that "we need to talk" talk

that really isn't conversation just

candy coated devestation.

But no, I just couldn't believe what was so

easy to see.

I just got caught up in this moment like a

cat in a tree.

Like this rhyme without a beat.

And I'm sorry because

if I ever thought it would have to end like this..

Hell, I would do it again just to feel this bliss.

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Jul 9, 2010
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