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sickness.
Fireworks,
Felt like blood spilling,
By arrows aimed at me.
[I let you in,
Again,
And again.]
You say
"These lights travel
In a straight line"
But it bends
In the palm of your hands
You say
"The light burns
Like a thousand suns"
But it burns inside of me
It stings my skin
And it feels
Brighter than anything
A word you said
So carelessly
And it's become
My everything
My dear
Darling
It isn't obsession
It's a disease
And it will lead me
Straight to ruins
So I'll ruin myself
I'll ruin
I'll ruin-
Please let me
For this disease
Is eating me
It's getting to me
© Truly12
Felt like blood spilling,
By arrows aimed at me.
[I let you in,
Again,
And again.]
You say
"These lights travel
In a straight line"
But it bends
In the palm of your hands
You say
"The light burns
Like a thousand suns"
But it burns inside of me
It stings my skin
And it feels
Brighter than anything
A word you said
So carelessly
And it's become
My everything
My dear
Darling
It isn't obsession
It's a disease
And it will lead me
Straight to ruins
So I'll ruin myself
I'll ruin
I'll ruin-
Please let me
For this disease
Is eating me
It's getting to me
© Truly12
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