Slow and painful wins the race,
to a life full of sorrow and disgrace.
I can't go this venture alone.
Please- I beg of you,
pick up the phone.
I need your voice,
the one that smooths and calms.
I need to hear your shallow breathing,
on the end of this call.
I can't bare the thought of being alone.
Jan 19, 2014
Jan 19, 2014 at 12:33 AM UTC
Slow and painful wins the race,
to a life full of sorrow and disgrace.
I can't go this venture alone.
Please- I beg of you,
pick up the phone.
I need your voice,
the one that smooths and calms.
I need to hear your shallow breathing,
on the end of this call.
I can't bare the thought of being alone.
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