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Quivering...

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Quivering, I refuse to show that im growing weak. Trying hard to hold back the tears but one escapes down my cheek. So much lust and temptation. To go along with all the desire and infatuation. I let my heart unfold. I gave you control. To you this was just a game. Just another face & another name. Your eyes wide open but you still can't see. Your ripping the life right out of me. Now here I lie with a dying soul. As the clock keeps ticking my heart grows cold. Life a collage of sorrow and joy. Tangled in is me, just a young girl that fell for a stupid boy...





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