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December 18, 2011
You want to help me find a way out of here? Fine, fine. Get out of my way, stop holding me back with those pretty, flirty eyes and those soft, smooth hands of yours. I never wanted love, no, never said I wanted anything that hurt this much. I wanted only to feel free and not so empty and alive. Even our best efforts backfire, sometimes.

And so now we sit here, together but alone, wondering which way to now go – wanting to keep holding your hand so tightly in mine but knowing that you’ll never leave here with me.