It hurts to love someone who does not love you back
the same way
it hurts like a thousand torches
but
not torches of fire
more like torches of acid
slowly burning and eating away your soul
Music
Give me the beat boy to frrr my soul Music is life in its purest form May your music ring the tone That brings this wayward traveler homes
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They were fools to interrupt this day My day Where I was to be wed to the man I love Did they not think I would be armed Did they not thin... -
Have an idea Have a plan The wheels in your mind turning and churning Work with your idea Turn it into something fantastic
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