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"I dont know if i want you anymore. people ask me if i'm in love with you and i shake my head because your name has turned to ashes on my tongue and whispering it doesn't sound right now. your hands are still soft and your eyes are still bright but the glow i saw in you, in your cold freckles ad your sweet smile has dulled. you're still beautiful but now its less angel and more museum painting, not a fairy tale creature, nothing more than a deer in the headlights. that rush of gold in my veins when you touched me has turned back into rubies and i cant say that i miss it but i used to pray to every god for a breath of your air and now even shooting starts cal me silent. its not that i miss wanting you. i just dont know what to wish for anymore."

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