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I want you one peice at a time.
Slowly consuming me. And I can never get enough.
Just walk with me forever. Up and down the lonely streets.
I didn't know this could be so good.
I didn't know I could feel this good.
I appreciate the look in your eyes.
I appreciate you showing that you care.
But you must really get sick of me, when I tend to ruin everything.
Not on purpose, not by choice.
It just happens.



Could I look any more pathetic, than I do at this very moment?
On my knees, begging you to stay.
Tears everywhere. I'm a mess.


Can you love this mess I am?