Sherri Anderson

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I can hear you breathing, breathing down my neck,
Telling me things I don't want to hear,
Grabbing my wrist so I don't slash,
Telling me if I do my whole world would crash,
You tell me this now; I know you will say it again,
Can't you tell I'm sick of it,
I know this is wrong but it feels so right,
You need to let go of my wrist and don't hold so tight,
I can't help it; it makes me feel so good,

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