There is a dark black hole out there somewhere and as often as I step in it, you would think instinct alone would tell me to run. I sense it may be near, and yet i need to dance over, around challenge it and go through it to prove i am not scared.
I am so scared of the hole I could spit.The dry-mouthed totally frozen kind of reaction that nearly stops my heart. He is not going to change, and I am not going to change, and i stand as tall as I can and jump.
I am so scared of the hole I could spit.The dry-mouthed totally frozen kind of reaction that nearly stops my heart. He is not going to change, and I am not going to change, and i stand as tall as I can and jump.
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