She stares at me with eyes, listless of what was and what use to be. I brush her hair out of her face and gaze at the beauty I call my own. She is somber and silent, and her eyes are vacant, cold and emotionless. Apathetic to me in every way possible. But I hold her close. Close enough that she can feel the beating of my heart, syncing in perfect
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