The way I feel about you drives me insane, Colliding as opposite poles attract, we travel to another plane. Your magnetic field is pure electricity, a powerful force, my chain. Trapped, suspended in space, somewhere between pleasure and pain.
With every fibre I want to believe you, I need to believe. Been finding it so hard to trust, with the things that I’ve seen, Intuition claims I’m being deceived, trying to decide whether to keep trying or quietly leave?
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