17. My thoughts, they race and they're so fast and sometimes too difficult to catch.
People I have always been interested in people but I've never liked them.
Addict I'm addicted to that feeling; That feeling you get when you're completely still, yet your heart races. It races because its breaking; it has a mind of its own. The fear, it's addicting.
My End It's like I clung onto you while you showed me Paris, London, Europe, as we flew across the lands and suddenly you disappeared and I had nothing to cling to. Then, I started to plunge to my demise.
You're My Torture I'll torture myself, now. With words you wrote and photos that feature you. I'll grasp every detail of us, What was What is And what could be
We All Have Secrets I like when you learn a secret about somebody then you look at the things they say and do in the light of that secret and you understand them a little more and why they are the way they are
