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>darien

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Her eyes haunt me. Her touch burns me. (..)

She torments me.

She tempts me.

Her name scorches my tongue when I so much as whisper it. Pure, it means. (..)

When she presses her lips to mine, something inside of me breaks and I feel desperate,urgent, alight and impassioned. (..)

You make my heart hurt, she’d said.

(..) Every time I push her away, I almost choke on my words. I falter. I recover. I plaster on my best devil may care smile and pretend that she doesn’t make me feel like I’m burning from the inside out.

(..)

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