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These minutes linger for what seems like hours. I'm waiting patiently...waiting, waiting...for what seems like nothing. A cold hand reaches out to hold another, it's destination never reached. Time is a bastard to me. Slower and darker it drags on forever, making these painful seconds last a lifetime. The only purpose of living, is to die.
I just want to hold your hand and kiss your face and fall asleep with you!
But who are you?
I just want to hold your hand and kiss your face and fall asleep with you!
But who are you?