I have this thing when i speak i could carve a wound till it won't healing, it's too hurting even haunter won't hunting. I was asking my mind with your death dancing from the corner of my eyes, why you learn ballet if it's not belong to you? your so bad at it though. You worry to dance back at me for the glory of my sins, cause they told me, i'm clean. It's too heavy to you to even thinking to act cruel to me while your dancing is learning my forgiving, so please just stand there if you won't ruining my priority. I know my lead can't be accepting, fighting to break the dancing but failing, why you run at me when i told you to just stand there? you willing my desire to crush everything, pass over my beloving heart and fighting back. "So pathetic, they would regret" they said. We look so hating inside, hunting each other's cell just to know who could we blame till our last nerve. But it's me, who could teach every move to your life, just ...
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