I lie between the sheets as passioned as a dying flame i have no words to speak no remorse to feel just feeling the sheets of satin pressed against my weak from alone in somewhat therapeutic darkness and this is for all the promises that i never intend to keep and i was faking every time empty love in every kiss my breath penetrating the silence the only remaining sound is the rain and i listen to it pour down like my every word which yoo trusted soon evaporated into somethign forgotten i can't be controlled and don't try to love me i may be a dying flame but yoo will still get burntBirth sign: Libra
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