by Nat J |
Though I could try to explain in a million words, what you meant to me You'd never completely understand If you hadn't caught me I wouldn't be consuming this vital oxygen My tender soul would be annihilated The few affectionate words that slip past my lips would be squandered on Hell's own creation Dignity, self-respect and self-esteem would no longer be a part of my vocabulary I would be so close to the edge that I'd forget when I wasn't so close |
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