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Listen to me, I have a confession.
What you might hear may come to no suprise,
I've a feeling you've read through my disguise,
So answer me this one little question.
Tis' true thou want me in thy possession,
Or have I been so very ill advised?
Possibly you love me, but spare the lies
Because it's true you are my obsession.
On days I wake to the absence of you,
I still imagine you laying in my bed,
Thoughts of thee take residence in my head,
Thy existence has altered my whole view.
Each heart beat thumps with desire for you,
And where you go, my feet will surely tread,
I'll follow thee until time has me dead.
Even death will know I'm obsessed with you.
I confess, I need you more than ever.
Confess. Tell me you want me forever.
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