The bittersweet scent of the after taste, like rum in my drunken pirate state.
You've stolen my soul, and hid my heart.
He ran away with her, catching her attention.
She followed blindly. Like me.
Well, I think.
I'm not sure of anything anymore. Neither do I want to take wild guesses.
You hurt me, you consume me, you worry me.Yes- still.
I miss you.
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