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by ShyandHurt Oct 19, 2008 category : Sadness, depression / other
Cut from the world, I wish to be stolen of my breath, It only hurts, Each inhale beats ruthlessly. Every moment I'm in his presence, I just want to run, All the air I intake, Is his, Not mine. He reminds me of it every second, I am lowest, To be smacked down and subdued, Nothing is mine, Only his.