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Music: Tatu: Perfect Enemy
Crush me with a pencil
Break me like a twig
Stare at the clock
Tick
Tick
Tick
Round and round the wheels of time spin
Searching for a way to end the cycle
Minds of youth stuck in motion
waiting for time to break
F
r
e
e
If only for a moment
The endless cycles of fortume and favour
Such dark intentions
Are seen through those
Blue silver
l
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g
s
With eyes shut
You complain
And throw a fit,
Another brick hits my face
Drip,
Drip goes the blood
Such a smirk on your face
To remind me that I am your
Perfect property
I cannot escape your
G
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p
21.
Love who you want to.
~Josh~
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