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Im the kind of person where you could slit my throuat, and with my last gasping breath, i'd apologize for bleeding on you shirt |
Drowning in seas of sheets we lay,
We're absorbing every touch...
Sometimes I feel the insanity that dwells beneath...
Crawling out, and breaking through...
I'm writing you this poem,
That speaks of something grand...
In the darkness I am sleeping
Avoiding all the nightmares creeping...
Love is when you lose yourself, deep within her...
Love is when you kiss her and your heart just...
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The truth is, im the kind of person, where you could slit my throuat, and with my last gasping breath, i'd apologize for bleeding on you shirt.--Angel Of Music |
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If to life is dedicated to dying... |