My gorgeous
My desired
My obsession
My one true love.
Lonely I once was, but no longer
Obsession, you fill my mind with desire
Vacuous is how I feel when you are gone.
Every breath is for you, please, don't leave me dying.
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Here We Are, But We're Still Lost
I have spilled my heart on this journal and now I am making it public. I doubt what you will find will interest you much. It's only my battered soul.
Lol, sorry, that was really angst, wasn't it?
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