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She was broke.
She was in a lot of pain.
She was shattered into a thousand pieces.
She needed help.
More than help perhaps.
I was there, but could not.
I wanted to drink all her worries.
I wanted to light up her dark world.
I wanted to kiss away her every pain.
I wanted to fill her every void with my endless love.
I wanted to touch her every scar and make them go away.
I wanted to stick back all her broken pieces with my warm embrace.
I wanted to put a warm cosy blanket on her, so that she could sleep tight.
I wanted to tell her that she was the most amazing woman I’d ever known.
But I could not.
Because we were just friends.
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