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myOtaku.com: fading.dreams
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Wednesday, March 23, 2011
Theres nothing wrong with a taste of what you paid for.
i feel you underneath my skin
like a hurricane that rocks at bay
the way i stop you in your tracks,
it feeds my desire to control
you, me, and everyone.
i'm not as calm as i seem
a heart of stone that beats against my chest
like pounding waves on ocean rocks.
stop me before i become to much
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i need a vacation.
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