THEN
I want to be held in your protective embrace but I can't even look at you In the face because in my head it's an ongoing chase your lips are the only thing I want to taste I'm looking for our spark but I can't find a single trace In this empty space this cold aching place I just wish for your praise but all I see are those familiar blades...
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