Victim of raging passion.Her and I, standing in the shadows behind the old building, knowing everyone inside with their perfect lives and good intentions,Victim of raging passion.
but all I knew at that moment, was that her and I were outside - alone, looking into each others eyes. I placed my index finger under her chin, and pulled her face to mine. She closed her eyes and puckered her soft, innocent, lips.I brought my lips to hers, indulging in my poison. She cured my momentary satisfaction. No second after that, would her heart beat, because at that second she gave it away, and it was mine.
The tall dark shadows, that I always saw, surrounded behind her. I
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*don't care....be just you*
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