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His Prescence is my Crank
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*Bryce* Nervously, I fumble.
My breath is shaken
and my hands are numb.
I feel like flying
invincible highs flow through me
and take me to a place I've never been.
His prescence, his glance,
the air he breathes
makes me feel paranoid, full of life.
Lovely.
He feels like a drug that I'm overdosing
I'm addicted, and the craving just won't go away.
His prescence is my crank and the trance my body's lost in.
I can see you, at the mercy of his powerful effect...each time I look into my own mirror.