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Your love is a poison to me,
like the venom of a snake,
that burns through my skin as my heart pumps the blood through my veins, yet i cant seem to get enough of it, i keep coming back for more, no matter how much i find myself dissapearing; fading away from the real world, into a dark cyclone, a fortress where misery, despair, and pain consume me.





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