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I still remember,

Your cold hands,
That left burning marks on my skin.

Your soft words,
Playing violent games that I couldn't ever win.

And your soothing voice,
Creating a thunderstorm from within.

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THANKS FOR HELPING ME FINISH IT, MySeceretWorld

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