christiaingrey This Paradise Don't Look Like Paradise When I Take That Pair Of Dice And Roll Out Of My Parents Life, That Cold Frozen Ocean, 0 Degrees Fahrenheit, So When I Draw My Heart In The Sand And Those Waves Break Dose My Crush Get Crushed As well, Don't Blush I Fell As Hard As Heathens Falling To Hell, Your Heart Is My Jail Cell With No Bail, So Go Sail The Seven Seas And Ill Try To Find The Keys To Life And Love Through These Poetry Pleads To Society, But It Seems That Well Go Are Separate Desperate Ways And You'll Leave Me Once Again To Sit And Listen To The Waves.......Beaches

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