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I hate this feeling of
butterflies floating in
Love
rapidly fluttering and
making me lose control
Is
no way to stop temptation
what could ruin me is
A
brokenheart and tears
but I still fall into a
Pit
of obsession because I
never felt this tingeling
Of
wanting more and now
I can't go back because
all thats left is
Despair.
Love is a pit of despair.
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