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Feb 2011
The bittersweet taste of defeat
You swallow me whole
Your name may as well be fate
Laying here with beauty in my head
I've never felt so insulated
You're the only thing that can make it past my skin
You're everything anyone should ever be
You've flooded my life with feelings
That I didn't believe in until I met you
Sinead Anderson
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