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It’s an empty feeling,having no one left to disappoint,or to disappoint me.
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My heart is fragile like a flower. Your temper, delicate like a bomb. Ensnared between love and hate. Unhinged rage. And fight or flight. What have we become? A blind woman, feeling my way through the endless dark. My fingertips trace the outline of what used to be love. Now, it’s hard and jagged. My…
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I feelthe way you watchmy mouth moveas you lean closer,until my lipsalmost brushyour ear.
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It All Begins Here
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It All Begins Here
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It All Begins Here
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