My temperature is rising.
My heart is rumbling.
My lips are mumbling.
Your name!
Oh your name pure and sweet.
What is a name but a rose just as sweet.
Feelings.
Of loneliness without your gentle touch.
You are my drug of which is never to much.
Scents, sweet and long.
My glimmering rose.
...
Tick! Tock!
The monocholy sound of the clock.
And how I wish for me.
To leave a prison!
A prison of myself.
My feelings suppressed
And all hope lost with the rest. For myself is lost in pain and sorrow.
Now i can barley make it till tomorrow.
I have no feelings
No way to live.
For i dont ...
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