Lost and Stressed

Lost and Stressed

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A poem I wrote when I was somewhere i didn't wanna be. But I had to choice. I was "Lost and Stressed", I wanted to go home. But I couldn't until it was time. The time being there kept on expanding. Blah blah here's the poem.
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When he looks at me, something ignites. It's like there gasoline in my veins, and he is a spark that just sets me on fire. It's painful thought. He lights me up, and I feel so alive, but I'm still burning. I have burns on my skin and in my lungs and all around me, because I never put the fire out. I just let him watch me burn, and I love it.

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