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wow that hurt my heart.
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wow that hurt my heart.
i hope you're proud. 15 years of solid insanity.
his love isn't like a drug girl, drugs are better.
a love so pure, that makes me feel so blue.
you take me high without a pill like ecstasy, a cheap thrill keep a tight grip love me Lust me this will be one hell of a trip.
i'm in love.
you and some mdma.
take a look at you, as you're kissing my thighs; my second pair of lips I close my eyes, With your hands clawing their way to my hips, I enjoy the thought of your need and desire for my body; my...
Like a very bad habit, You're addicting; Sweet but so sour The perfect soul With an endless amount of flaws A beautiful soul With a very dark shadow A body so fucking stunning no other soul is able...
kissing the sides of your lips feels good.
hands down, i'm to proud for love but with eyes shut, it's you i'm thinking of.
xenophobia - fear of the other because i love you..
you give solid a whole new meaning. ha i love it.
waiting for that moment when you'll strip me nude and fuck me with all your power;. busted beyond belief.
having some uncool mood swings. so i shall keep to myself. goodnight.
he sits across from me we're about to get pretty faded, i'm a bit afraid.. being with another while i sit here, all i'm thinking about is how much i crave the other.
why am i happy. i don't deserve happiness.
through my skin, all the flesh in between, to my aching heart, it didn't take you much; sweet words and soft lips, that was all darling.
lead me not into temptation, but deliver me from evil..
I crave you I have you At the tip of my fingers, at the tip of my tongue You ease my pain and sooth my soul And all of a sudden what is chaos. what is sadness and what is fear.
What do you do, when you are stuck between two. When the sun rises and when the wind blows..
Please don't give in.
living is the sweetest type of torture; you don't know what tomorrow brings, you don't know what tomorrow takes.
almost there, it runs cold but when you feel it, you know. it's stings and it's unpleasant but you feel again, a mad rush, but you feel, a wicked type of freedom.
And even though tomorrow i will not see, i will not hear, i will not recognize the pain; it's here, today tomorrow a year from now, it stains.