It's a gloomy sunday afternoon and I'm rotting to death without you.
It's a gloomy sunday afternooon
and I'm rotting to death without you
4:33 AM,
Feb 22, 2010

Your face is like demons hell.
Your words are like broken glass.
Your heart is like marble cold.
Your hands are like burning hot. 

So why do i?
Why do I?
Why, why do I?
Why, why do i still love you?
Yours Truly
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