Insanity 》Sykes
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"They say you're past help"
He came forward then and grabbed the tops of my arms, pinning my back up against the wall. His face inches from mine, his eyes dark as he looked at me "Maybe I am, is that a problem for you?"
"You're insane"
He chuckled "Maybe I am insane...But maybe Insanity is just the beginning"
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"It's insane. So this is love- The sweetest insanity, a blinding wonder, a fear tinged joy" - Cindy Martinusen-coloma
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