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The on going days seem to drag past me... so fast, such as the smoke from each cigarrette that flows from my mouth.
What day is it again?
I know I've asked before, but I just... I just can't remember.
Please note that I don't mean to be so imperfect,
but those are the things that make me... that break me.
I know I've told you this before... but I just can't forget.
I wish my hands didn't quiver everytime I touch you.
Oh God, what I would do to not be this machine...
I want to have scent, to laugh, to taste, to feel...
No...no.
I would give my heart just to know what your hands feel like against my cheeks.
I would give my hands just to feel yours hold me.
I would rather have my feet cut from my legs than never feel your foot nudge mine.
I would rip this mask from my face...
just to have your lips reach mine.