A phantom heart
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- Parts 4
Complete Thu, Aug 1, 2019<5 mins
I couldn't believe myself from falling to you,
I couldn't stop nor forbid myself,
How couldn't i think of letting you go,
How couldn't i set you free,
Loving you is like gripping a torn,
It torn my heart apart,
How couldn't i stop myself from bleeding,
You made me fall to you,
But then you broke my heart,
How then i will set you free?,
If you always gives me motif's,
I cannot fathom and understand you,
You confused my thoughts,
Thoughts that are lurking inside this head,
Inside that is hurting now,
Now I will start but how?
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