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Sep 20, 2004 19:50

I am becoming an enemy of my own heart
laying on bedsheets with naked army sweethearts
promising shame and sleepless nights
the torture lies within his eyes
that glare at me with judgement instincts
he who loves me not
he who swears my death
he who lurks in dreams
he who has true inside knowledge
he clings to me like rain
slowly running down my body
making me shiver and cleansing me of worries
waiting for phone calls of nothing promises
that are sown to my sleeve
with redemption songs banging through my head
a state of mind that only prisoners should know
his words are cold and sharp
stabbing daggers that i crave
listen here: I'll say this once
you will never steal me from my self
from my passion, my future and my beauty
I will never let your feet tread on me again.

Fuck you.
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