She flirts with a crossed line.
All emotions working overtime.
Should've stayed as cold as ice.
Maybe then things would be alright.
She always had to fuck with the pattern.
No matter hindsight, she knows what will happen.
Kamikaze type of heart.
She must enjoy having it ripped all apart.
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