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By RebeccaBeth_88 Date: 2009 Mar 18 Comment on this Work [[2009.03.18.22.23.3825]] |
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Most of the men I have met have killed me. No listening, no reciprocation, no caring--made me dead inside. With you it's quite different... When I think about you, I ignite inside. When I talk about you, my mouth trembles. When I dream about you, I can never escape. When I look at your picture, I'm captive. Most of the men I have met have killed me. With you it's quite different... You make me alive inside. And it's killing me nonetheless. |