Loving You; ...hurting Myself
Loving You; ...hurting Myself

Loving You; ...hurting Myself

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To need to be together/ To want to get away/ To want to have you/ To be with you/ To have to leave you/ To see it all end/ To love./ To suffer./ Still wanting to have you/ Mine, always mine/ The one who killed me and then made me come back to live.
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