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I Felt Like I Was Staring Out Across An Ocean That I Was Going To Have To Swim From Shore To Shore Before I Could Rest Again.

He Put His Cold Hands On Either Side Of My Face And Fixed His Golden Eyes On Mine. "would You Please Tell Me What You're Thinking? Before I Go Mad?

You’re Not Asleep, And You’re Not Dead. I’m Here, And I Love You. I Have Always Loved You, And I Will Always Love You. I Was Thinking Of You, Seeing Your Face In My Mind, Every Second That I Was Away. When I Told You That I Didn’t Want You, It Was The Very Blackest Kind Of Blasphemy.

Sometimes, Kismet Happens.

What A Marshmallow. You Should Hold Out For Someone With A Stronger Stomach. Someone Who Laughs At The Gore That Makes Weaker Men Vomit.