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Guessing two days, then I'll stop breathing.

I love him,
it's tearing me apart.
ever touch, kiss and his smell.

It breaks my heart when I don't
answer, can't push the green puttom.

I know he's becoming tired of the
game, a game I can not controll.

He's becoming tired of me,
I can't make it stop.




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Publicerad 2008-10-24 22:09



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