Haunted

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Your poison infects me, Dirty lips speaking filthy lies

you feel so good, but you're killing me inside, hit me, hide me, strangle the life out of my eyes, why do I keep coming back for more ?

bending; breaking;

shrinking myself so small

just so I can fit into your shadow and be ready to answer your ever-beckoning call

broken friend; infectious lover

my little boy blue

your demon forever haunting my halls

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