

Rescued From Your GazeI'm burning all your pictures. All the letters you wrote me. All the letters I couldn't send back. They don't matter anymore.Rescued From Your Gaze
I'm burning all your pictures. They're coated in your cheap aftershave, Just so they're gone quicker. They don't matter anymore.
I'm burning all your pictures. Since you left, I don't need them. They keep showing me your face. They don't matter anymore.
I'm burning all your pictures. I close my eyes against the brightness, Blcking out your smouldering features. You don't matter anymore.
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Monkeys steal my undies at night o.o
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Worrying is like a rocking chair: it gives you something to do but it doesn\'t get you anywhere - Van Wilder
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