Lying awake with my eyes fixed on the ceiling
somebody please help me explain this feeling
I can't sleep I can't eat
My heart races so fast, I feel every beat
I don't know how, can't explain why
Your existence just makes me wanna die...
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Love and all its feeling spinning around inside, like a blender. A kind of passion pie in the making. But will we love the taste. In the eating is the only way of knowing. Hope it goes down well my dear friend. Emotional charged piece Jools.10+