Between The Lines
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When I first met him, he was wearing this infuriating confident smile; how I wanted to wipe that smile off his handsome face. He was standing before my youth group leader, waiting to be introduced to everyone in the room; who was he and why did everyone seem to know him but me? Little did I know then, this boy would turn my life upside down; I swore I didn't like him, not in the least bit, but I guess we'll see who wins this battle of the wills, my cold dislike, or his burning passion for me.
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"I met him on that cold winters night. I was drawn in by his story, his looks, everything. I knew his world was messed up and moved too fast, but he was perfection. And I couldn't hate perfection. I was prepared to sacrifice everything for him. He was everything I could have ever wanted. But he left, as soon as I had seen him." "I need him to come back. He has to. I won't let him leave me, not until I find out who he truly is. What he truly is. I need to expose the truth, if nobody else will, I have to. It's my destiny. Like my mother always said..."
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