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In the darken hallways, I catch your every glance
And hear your cries of pleasure, his frightful horrid words! Standing on your backstep, I listened in a trance, and wonder if you both were one as two simple love birds. Broken with confusion, I screamed on his lawn Breaking in his windows, the same place I saw you grew. I seen him take your viginity, where I was to belong I promise someday, my One, I will come home for you Laying in bed drunk, I cannot help but think What I wanted to have, what I wanted it to be. Your body against mine, my hand without a drink To drown in your scents, maybe one day you'll see I had to decide what was wrong and what was right I didn't leave you alone, my thoughts refused to go Now three years later, I won't walk away tonight. To take you as mine and to never hear you say no. You had to force yourself with that man of nothing Now I will wait and stare inside your awful mess. I know, one day, I will give you a sense of belonging. Please come to me, please come to me...confess.
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