A Doubt
Kiss me
Set me on fire
Kill me
Will my deepest desires
Thirst me
Drink me up and leave me dry
Curse me
Lead me on with every lie
Want me
Love making me want you more
Taunt me
Push me away leave an open door
I loath you
Envy the way you're winning
The doubt might surge
Do I love you?
No, not like this, not now
Leave and it would be all the same
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