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Forty thousands, love has bound us, tied us up yet not confound us. Are your lips an image fake, or has my mind just come awake. What has happened darling mine, I thought I had you all this time. Was I wrong or was I right, to love you this much, to put up fight. I was wrong and so's my brain, for thinking we are one the same. Follow me for I am done, no more love is there to come. So maybe wrong or just insane, I summarise my life in vane and so I beg you girl, all I've ever caused was pain.
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Nov 9, 2018
Nov 9, 2018 at 8:26 PM UTC
Love: My Shackles
Forty thousands, love has bound us, tied us up yet not confound us. Are your lips an image fake, or has my mind just come awake. What has happened darling mine, I thought I had you all this time. Was I wrong or was I right, to love you this much, to put up fight. I was wrong and so's my brain, for thinking we are one the same. Follow me for I am done, no more love is there to come. So maybe wrong or just insane, I summarise my life in vane and so I beg you girl, all I've ever caused was pain.
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Nov 9, 2018
Nov 9, 2018 at 8:26 PM UTC
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