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Vedokun

Published: Jun 1, 2015

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I was still young when your eyes met mine
Your power back then was almost divine
At the time I took freedom for granted
Answered your call and was soon enchanted
The way you smelled and made me feel
Well, I fell for you head over heel
My feet went numb and I grew so weak
But yet, my vitality was at its peak
You made me love you - I was trapped
To your twisted ways, I had to adapt
I loved you still, but I tried to run
You kept me there by promising fun
I couldn't leave you, you were my sin
Safest for me was to keep you within
You were the prince while I was a slave
Kept worshipping you as you dug my grave
Closed my eyes and let you take me again
Against my will, I was under your reign

You promised you'd take all my pain away
But I found there was more every single day

So now you know the beginning is subtle
Now you have read my message in a bottle

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dai-vee

Jun 2, 2015

One of your best yet. I agree with BlasquezFigueroa.

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