It's when I feel you, look at you, or think of you, that I find myself no longer able to breathe. But even you have evil behind those angelic eyes.
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Her face no longer bares a smile. Her cheeks stay tear stained, and her eyes are often puffy. The joyful girl I once knew is gone.
I know I could make things better. I know I could. If only she would let me in.