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It burned as it went down my throat, It was warm when It settled in It was a rush when it finally hit me But by that time you were in glory Vulnerable to anything This is not me My blood flushes through my body faster than ment to be   losing control, enjoying this lust Maybe who I was isn't really who im supposed to be I want this to be me
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Dec 3, 2014
Dec 3, 2014 at 6:00 PM UTC
The Bottle Of Lust