[Note: A few short verses rigth off the top of my head. I migth fix them, or expand them later.]
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The fantasy and the reality of our games...
The games we shared, and times we played...
All those things I used to want erased,
have left a hole in my heart, my head.
I don't want to heal like I used to...
I like feeling numb.
[hurt]
Sometimes... I think, it feels like being loved.
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I dream of you, always. Wishing I had a baby blue ribbon,
to tie up all the letter you sent while my body rotted,
because you were away a thousand miles from me.
But I have no letters, and no ribbon.
I don't have no baby blue love, and even though,
I still dream of you.
Always...
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Bespelled by the eyes of that one I thougth to love,
my soul has fallen, wondering among pits of endless desire.
It feels like a fire, licking up on m insides.
If the world knew what I have done,
what I wish to have done...
What punishments would I touch because of my lust?
I hope for none.
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