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I swore to myself I'd never be made a slave to love Living in a dream of man-made illusions Listening to halfhearted discussions About the way love ought to be No worries, no arguments, no fear Steering clear of too real a topic Trying to figure out the logic Behind the tempest trap & magic Everyday feels worse than the last I feel a shadow descending on my past When I think of you...

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013




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Book: Shattered Sighs