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I never really understood what it meant to be faded. But at this moment it's all become clear Drunk, High, and ***** Together, they make me fade in and out of clarity. I want to run to you. To feel your hands on my skin, Your body on mine, I want your sharp teeth biting my tender neck Letting our passionate heat flourish. I long for this. I try to run to you, But my legs will barely let me walk. I try pushing through it, but in a drunken fog, I can barely see. I'm stumbling, trying to find my way to you. But I'm faded, and I can't think straight. I'm Drunk, High, and ***** There's one thing that was always clear, though; You. – Faded // F.C.
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Dec 4, 2018
Dec 4, 2018 at 11:37 AM UTC
Faded
I never really understood what it meant to be faded. But at this moment it's all become clear Drunk, High, and ***** Together, they make me fade in and out of clarity. I want to run to you. To feel your hands on my skin, Your body on mine, I want your sharp teeth biting my tender neck Letting our passionate heat flourish. I long for this. I try to run to you, But my legs will barely let me walk. I try pushing through it, but in a drunken fog, I can barely see. I'm stumbling, trying to find my way to you. But I'm faded, and I can't think straight. I'm Drunk, High, and ***** There's one thing that was always clear, though; You. – Faded // F.C.
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Dec 4, 2018
Dec 4, 2018 at 11:37 AM UTC
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