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His hands glided his way up my arm, grazing bruises as he did so, every last one had indications of lust or anger surrounding it, however the perpetual possibility of love remains. Now, like the sky above us, he was no longer beautiful. The palette of blues pinks and oranges faded only to be replaced with a deep dark black...
As I look up into the stars I see nothing but darkness kind of like I feel inside. I wonder if this is normal maybe not for anyone else but for me to decide .
