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There is nothing I want more

I sense you
your scent is pounding
through my head

the warning sign is appearing
smoke comes out of my veins
my brain shuts off

I can't breath
in fear of that the smoke
will spread

there is nothing I want more
than to be free from you

I try to make you
disappear
cut you out
but you're like an evil spirit
trapped in the smoke




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Publicerad 2011-06-14 12:13



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