Natasha Elizabeth Beatrice Williams
It's not easy y'know..
Looking inside to think that there's something in there.. hiding away..Just waiting for you to fall.
All it'll take is a few more blows..
It'll get what it wants. I can feel it inside. Digging away at it all.I'm trying. I'm not just sitting here sulking.
But you took things the wrong way, I didn't want to agrue.
I still don't. It makes me shake, like it feeds the thing lurking.
I found out why I'm like this. It took time..hours of sitting on a pew.
I'll build it up, but it can't happen just like that.
Though I can't let you down. This is something I promise.
I'll burn this thing out like it's a rat.
Only if i have to. I'm so used to it now.. It's apart of me.
I do love you, more than earth.
Heaven can wait..
And the Devil is scared of me.. Or will be.
I'm sorry for being so stupid for so long.
Can you at least.. still love me too?
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