Beautifully Chaotic

When he was there, My soul finally breathed its air. My steps became lighter, My heart beat faster. Having my spirit dance, Along the broken edges, That would be soon, Deemed our last chance... Begging to hold, He must have thought I was, A part of that mold. Only breaking free, Now caused this suff [...]
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When he was there, My soul finally breathed its air. My steps became lighter, My heart beat faster. Having my spirit dance, Along the broken edges, That would be soon, Deemed our last chance... Begging to hold, He must have thought I was, A part of that mold. Only breaking free, Now caused this suffering...