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Author: Cyanide Ink
Fiction Rated: T - English - General - Reviews: 3 - Published: 11-17-07 - Updated: 11-17-07 - Complete - id:2439798

Forget don’t forgive

Regret, and you feel like you’re alive

Purity and innocence doesn’t exist

Not in the ways we want them to

Become one step away

From your narcoleptic death

From the depths of your digestive system

Your mistakes,

They escape

And your mind clouds.

I’m sorry

Is it too much for your

Extensive dillusional defenses?

This is not the time

Or the place

To let it fall behind

I’ll lead you somewhere else

And make everything okay again

I love the way you

Keep holding on next to me

This is not the time to

Let it all fall and break

Keep it safe, I’ll need

The life to keep my heart awake.



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