Skin* crawling silence, everytime we'd draw close.
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she always knew how much she could wound me, what a devilish threat she posed.
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we knew no language, but the one our eyes discovered every second, hour or day.
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how she would jaunt her way through me and take away the words I'd try to say.
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her eyes. oh, they taunted all that I ever had faith in, all that I ever believed.
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I discovered devotion in them, there was nothing more I'd wanted to achieve.
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and yet she must never know all that I want for her. all that I want us to be.
cause, the rejection would be something no painkiller would ever heal..
**- Aks, HeArt.