I keep looking at the box of matches; the box is full bar one; I'm holding it in my hand and I don't know whether I would be stupid enough to light it or not.
I keep glancing at the door; just waiting for somebody to rush in and restrain me; but I'm not doing anything. Yet.
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Insanity
Romance❝ Wait I'm coming undone Irate I'm coming undone Too late I'm coming undone What looks so strong, so delicate Wait I'm starting to suffocate And soon I anticipate I'm coming undone What looks so strong, so delicate Choke, choke again I thought my de...
