Take a look at my body
Look at my hands
There's so much here that I don't understand
Your face-saving promises
Whispered like prayers
I don't need them
Because I've been treated so wrong
I've been treated so long
As if I'm becoming untouchable
Well, contempt loves the silence
It thrives in the dark
With fine winding tendrils
That strangle the heart
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Miss you...
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Miss you...
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Glad to know you´re back! Maybe this week I´ll update with more pics... stay tuned!
See ya!
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