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I can feel the strangled sob lodge itself in my throat, the tears that were raining down my cheeks cease their fall, the air hitching in the middle of it's journey to my heart. His brown eyed stare intoxicates my veins, seeming to know my every thought, my every desire, yet does nothing but watch me run the circles of my life.

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