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jealousy
frost kissed winds beat against my scarred, shaven face..
yet,i feel nothing..
the cold and desolate lands become me..
hallowed tho i am, i can still feel your presence..
ever watching..breathing down my neck..
with your sharp fingers poking and gripping around my throat..trapped dancing forever, hanging by the strings u pull..
cut the strings..
let me be, green eyed monster..
yet,i feel nothing..
the cold and desolate lands become me..
hallowed tho i am, i can still feel your presence..
ever watching..breathing down my neck..
with your sharp fingers poking and gripping around my throat..trapped dancing forever, hanging by the strings u pull..
cut the strings..
let me be, green eyed monster..
Published 6th Nov 2010
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