Self-Inflicted Terror
Posted on Nov 4th, 2009
by
Ohica
I can hear you breathing
But then again, I can't.
I can feel your breath on my skin
But it could just be the heater.
I can hear your whispers
They are so far away, it could be nothing.
I can feel you pulling
But it could just be my fear.
I can taste your kisses
But there's no one really there.
At least that's what I keep telling myself...
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