The look in your eyes is what? Burning? No... more like cold...ice, your eyes just cut through me, bringing me to my knees. But I don’t beg you to stop, no I keep my mouth shut, basically asking for more. My eyes bleed, but who knows really? The blood looks like tears. “Don’t cry, you can trust me” it echoes through my head. “I’m not crying” I’d
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