You've got me paranoid.
"Don't be so paranoid."
They whisper to me...life has been dead.
Life is stirring now.
Grasp it.
BREATHE.
You've showed me......this is how it will be forever.
And I CAN FINALLY breathe...waking up to your breath
kissing my neck every morning.
Sunday, November 9, 2008
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