Eyes lit, I want short breaths. I found dark eyelids and nice breasts like the summer into rough hands. Now its over, you've taken your life. The dark grows thin, and I'm left to hide. I don't regret it, but its sad anyway. This life of games and diligent trust, its the things we do and the things we must. I'm now tired of being cussed so go sleep forever end to dust. Crystal Castles
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