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say something

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It was a dark night exploring the woods. That's when I saw him, his sky blue eyes you could not miss and his dark black hair. I felt different I couldn't describe it but I love the feeling he gave me but when he ran away I craved for how I felt but don't know if I will ever get to see him again and fell the way I did tonight. Why did I get a sing on my hand when he touched me. I looked down at my hand and there lay a mark it was not like a scratch or a cut more like a tattoo it was shape like a moon. I stared at it for a moment, what is this? did he mark me for something? I thought I will do anything to feel the way I did back when he looked at me but what if I never get a chance to see him again, ever. What if I am dreaming and I will wake up and nothing was real, well I don't want to wake up.' I thought to myself again. I just hope this is not a dream and I will see him again tomorrow. I was getting really into thinking about the boy like something about him was not even human but I want to find him again and find out. Tomorrow I will go and I will look for him again and maybe I get a chance to talk to him again or maybe even tell what this tattoo is for or about. I will leave at sun set and go out looking for him, cause I am dying to see him again.
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