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Spiteful Mind, Masochistic Nature, Why must you be here?   Black Outs, Red Rivers, Why must you come so often?   Broken Soul Crushed Heart, How am I still alive?  
  I am every bit as pathetic as the paper in my mouth.   The paper that will very soon become a topic of discussion among my friends;      Wondering why my hands now smell like anxiety,
Take me along for the ride send me deep into your swirling tides I want your grip to keep me in the instant of falling but don't give way Let your cool breath drown me and your warmth keep me Push me and pull me
I want you.
Twisted, I missed you, and I hate you so much But my hunger, desire, confirmed by your touch So cold, so sharp, but I love your embrace I loathe that I love our discolored lace
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