The man Who stayed

The man Who stayed

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IT was hard,I couldn't handle it anymore. Her soft skin felt like fresh snow falling from the sky,her voice flowed with elegance wherever she went and whatever she was doing.Why did I have to want her so much I want her to want me ..Ella be mine ...(I wanted to say it to her face ) Then reality hit me ,there was no way she would ever love me and no way that she will know how much I love her . I wanted her more And more everyday ,I wanted to grab her and kiss her just to feel her soft lips carry me away and give me a preview of what heaven looks like. I wanted to kiss her until I ran out of breath and just physically couldn't continue anymore .What am I talking about there's no breaking point .. My love for Ella is endless.I just wish i could make her notice me . But theres no fucking point , i cant speak or Walk .. I'm not normal ! i just wish I wasn't here anymore ..it's not fair!
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