As she begins to raise her voice you lower yours and grant her one last choice "Drive until you lose the road, or break with the ones you follow"

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As she begins to raise her voice you lower yours and grant her one last choice
“Drive until you lose the road, or break with the ones you follow”

New Confession

I am addicted
I am in a prison of love, How noble I am to suffer alone, to silently keep waiting, waiting, and waiting for the one who wont even look my way anymore.
I am addicted
The cyanide is the spice to our love
Now their heart is glazed over with a shell of ice and guilt.
I am addicted to their poison.
My love, My Sweet Cyanide, My sweet poppy flower.

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