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Steps away from deathMinutes away from the endAs here I stand, my crossroadsEverything I thought I knew“Kill or be Killed?”The wordsThe taste of poison off my tongueTo save a life?Her life?
Can somebody call for help... Get me out of this cell... I don't belong this insane asylum... It just amazes me... That nobody cares.. That I am this insane asylum...
Your kisses hold me hostage      like a barrel to my brain Your scent constricts my breathing      it's like haroine in my veins You came in with guns blazing      and demanded my heart
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