Walking Around Butt Naked
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Out of Sight, Out of Mind
How can I get you out of my mind, when you've already conquered it all?
You are like a breath of fresh air that I can never get.
Stop haunting me, stop latching onto my emotions.
I cannot do this, not now, not here.
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