Someone was looking at me. Deep inside like S/He could see each cell of my body. Like he could smell the blood running through my veins. He was crawling along my bones and pushing them hard to each other. I could clearly see him feeling the pain I felt into those strange cold look in his calm eyes. He touched my hand. The emptiness took me into the blackhole he wanted to trap me in. And I wanted more.
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