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Every so often I put myself to the test. I get in the line of fire, blindfolded, and wait. And wishing upon a thousand stars, I hope that things have changed. That I can be amoung your presence and no longer feel the pain that I hate. I gamble with my heart and put my emotions at risk. To see if I'm strong enough to resistant the yearn for kiss. To see if I can stand without falling to your mercy. And if the gaze from your eyes is something I can dismiss. But time and time again, I fail to stand strong and buckle to my knees. I fall victim to your charm, get weak, and forget to breathe. I give in to the pleasure, my dignity is displeased. Addicted to this pain, my fix is released.