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I Don'T Want To

My hands are cold
my face is hot
every sound chills my spine
my skin tingles at the slightest touch
my palms start to sweat
and then i cant take it anymore
i want to run away
and hide from you and your strange and twisted ways
as soon as i leave i begin to feel sick
and my blood runs like a poison through my veins
making every inch of me ache
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