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Nothing And Infection
I'm better of not looking at you

I'm better of not knowing your face
You are such a unhealthy diet for me
I wouldn't face the reality
I would die from your way of infecting me
Oh Thee, way of taking care of me
It's all a fake
But though, it's something and yet better than nothing
Though everything that is, is the nothing, nothing at all
No loving touch. No kisses from Thee heart
Only fearless dancing for minutes that never should have a start
-Kamilla-