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December 5, 2011

My last desire 

Was to play with fire

I never wanted to feel

The pain that has become so real

I fell in love from the start

You completely captivated my heart

So tiny and small

I would have given you my all

The time wasnt right

I was blinded, plain sight

I let you go

I'm now stuck in time so slow

It hurts to every extreme

I wish it were only a dream

You were so small

And yet you took my fall