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Sometimes I still dance in corners, wondering if it's real.. But smiling because it happening.
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When you're not around I miss you like hell, but I've been doing that for years. I adore you. You excite my heart, my senses. You're beautiful to me in so many ways. I want to be to best I can be for you.. I want to intriguing and attractive .. To be continued
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I'm still looking for signs that our stars align. Hoping the the years have healed our wounds. Knowing that this is the one thing I've had daunting me for as long as I can remember. After all these years I still feel like a child. My heart still beats, it's nerve racking really. It's like something completely new but old at the same time. I tip tow ( Read more... ) -
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Being vulnerable scares me more then anything, but I'd take being scared for you. My heart flips a million beats at the very thought but yet I'm reserved as it comes. Not because the feeling isn't there.. But because the reality the feeling, well feels too good to be true. I don't want to push anything that int there but I've felt this for so much ( Read more... ) -
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Maybe I'm tired of saving people. Maybe it's about time you saved me. -
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My heart is chasing me. Of all the stars in the sky it was this one that fell into my eye. I feel I know how I can be inside this and outside. I feel like I know how to dance on my own so well, but my heart loves to take care to open up and feel alive. I want to have It all but yet I don't need a thing.. I don't want too much because I don't want ( Read more... ) -
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Sometimes I wonder how long I can keep up this charade. How long I can deny my thoughts the satisfaction of silence. How I can resist the hope of ridding myself the endless thoughts of no self worth. No deserve'ingness of happiness ( Read more... ) -
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I was never enough for a good song. Nothing about happiness. I was a kind heart with a messed up brain. I know nothing. I'm read like a page of a book. Read like a soap opera, predictable and consistent. Nothing to excite. Nothing to intrigue. Just a body to comfort until the real thing comes Lang. Something easily forgotten. A gem who loses its ( Read more... )