The darkest despair

The darkest despair

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His touch was ignighting, the black of his eyes followed me with every move that i made. He was in the darkest and coldest nights, and the shades of my nightmares. He was a monster, a beast, but his danger was addicting, and ill never forget the first time he left me, the need and the longing... ill never forget the feeling of having to have him... and if that wasn't possible... that i would surely die. maybe i might just let it go that far..
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