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The Theif, The Craftsman, The Artist, The Liar.
I'm afraid to kiss you
Because of the fear of being left breathless
Gasping for air
The theif you are stealing life from my lungs
I'm afraid to leave you
Because without you near I'd surely fall apart
Picking up the pieces
The craftsman you are, putting me back together
I'm afraid to be loved by you
Because of the unrealistic, idealistic picture you paint of me
Every brush stroke
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Tuesday 28th November 2017 1:05 pm
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