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My blood bristles. The fever is crisp like wine, through my veins. The pressure illuminates my remains I stir with tenacity. I sense your lustful presence My blood pressure rises, then falls−
It hurt,  it hurt looking at him. The betrayal within his arms, his arms embracing another female.  Eyes wide open,  as she lays upon the memories,
Loving, caring, an open book Trustng of others without a second look It's crazy how I can see the best in others But it took me so long to see the best in me Who I was used to depend on how others felt
you opened a path so that
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