i was living by his breath and breathing on his scent.
my heart has skipped thousands of beat, but i’m floating high.
i thought i was immune but he’s the greatest morphine’ god ever made.
darkly, sins are the shining drugs that spot my eyes.
i was blinded. and the ghost taking control of my movement.
i’m finely lost. and lost it all.
now let you go. you set yourself free, and i set mine.
by. Novalegs
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