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May 2014
Tomorrow I'll be wishing for your love
Today I'll be sitting at your doorstep
It's only 12 at night
My day starts with you
I'm in deep agony
Without a word or two.

You're my deranged criminal
And I'm the innocent captive
You steal the hearts of most
But mine just bleeds in your hands
Everytime you take a glimpse of me.

It's a fiery furnace filled with passion and love;
It burns bright and the fire hurts worst than death,
But no one can feel it accept the two of us.
Maybe that's how
this relationship was
meant to work.

It's only fate that brought us together
No amount of pain, suffering, or struggle
Could keep me away from your heart.
So babe,
Can you let me inside?
Jacob
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Jacob  19/M/Texas - United States
(19/M/Texas - United States)   
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