Your the devil in a dress;
stickly sweet sin.
I love the sound of your voice, the light feeling i get.
Your a rush, just like a drug, racing threw my veins.
I get high, oh so very high. I swear i could fly!
But your pain fills me like a syringe; feeling my chest with
blackness and turning my heart to ash.
I am nothing more , nothing less. I am so lost within you. How can i find my
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