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Writing In A Bar Interruption and corruption. While all I want is concentration, not manipulation. Complex and confined. Don’t pick at my mind. Cause you will leave, and I will go, and in the morning you won't even know. Because you don’t care, just want me there, to cook you breakfast in the morning. Simplicity is all I need. Not little high school games, to get under my skin ~ make me fight within. But I’m smarter then that. I won’t let your attacks make me give in ~ not like I’ve been. Conversation, persuasion with his dark somber eyes. Innocence lost, at all cost, when I see him walk by. But should I wait? Hesitate? Or strike while the iron’s hot? Or should I leave, and never conceive losing myself in his touch? |
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