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My wounded heart burns.
My anguished soul cries in pain. While you hold me close the smoldering pain flairs at your proximity. Yet you hold me fast, and the flames change. Our eyes meet, locking our souls in an embrace that melts the bonds of sanity. The world transforms, yet nothing has changed.
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