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WHEN OUR EYES MET FOR THE FIRST TIME

THAT FREQUENTLY OCCURING BALL OF FEAR CLAWED IT'S WAY UP MY LUNGS

AND WRAPPED ITSELF TIGHTLY AROUND MY THROAT MAKING ME CHOKE.

MY KNEES BUCKLED IN AND MY BODY GAVE INTO THAT SINCEREST SENSATION.

 

I'VE FELT THIS WAY ABOUT YOU FOR SO LONG AND SOON ENOUGH YOU WILL BECOME

A MASSIVE HURRICANE RIPPING THROUGH THE ROLL OF FILM IN MY MIND MADE OF MEMORIES

LEAVING PIECES OF YOU BURNED INTO EVERY IMAGE AND IT'LL BECOME ROUTINE FOR ME TO GIVE IN.

EVERY IMPRINT OF YOU WILL SOON DRENCH MY MIND AND SKIN LIKE THE WORST KIND OF SIN.

 

I CAN'T GO ANOTHER YEAR, MONTH, DAY, NIGHT, HOUR, MINUTE, OR SECOND LIKE THIS FOR MY WILL

TO SURVIVE ARE WALLS THAT HAVE WORN DOWN OH SO THIN.

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