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The Truth The truth OVERWHELMS me every day, But words can’t escape my impenetrable lips. Sorry I contradict myself in every way, As I stand in utter loss of control. Will power DOESN’T exist when it comes to you, You’re a drug that slowly commandeers me. I sit alone imagining only you, Your picture mocks my silence. You could be my escape, Or my damnation. Release me I plead, As the words finally form. My mouth unlocking, As if suddenly discovering the key. …I want you! |
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