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by iMax Mar 29, 2007 category : Sadness, depression / grieving, loss
Crisp fresh blood rotting away. You bleed in my heart since you started to stay. I`m not what you want, so why are you here? To burn my off face with every single tear? I can`t survive with your breathless kiss. Because you`re making things worse; you`re hard to resist. The coldest touch you made me feel, was the fakest love I thought was real. You should be happy by now, because it`s obvious to know that you really did poison me not wanting you to go.