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by Matt Jan 3, 2007 category : Dark, fantasy / other
For your words are like air in them breathes me a feeling called love for you unto me this passion it burns as hot as the sun but ny feelings seem doomed before they've begun for your words like razors they cut into me ripping me up making me bleed the feeling i get when you fire away in theory ive died death whisk me away