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torment.i was barely awake when She silently slipped into bed next to my cold, dead body. immediately i feel. everything is ok.torment.
Her hair grazes over my neck, just below the line of my jaw, causing a rush of blood to surge through my veins. Her smell. sweet. comfortable. right. the feeling deep in my heart is none other than pure bliss. i feel Her body press to my own. Her sweet breath on my cheek. safe. we softly fall into sleep.
panic. wake. fear.
i woke in a fevered sweat. hot and cold all at once. i turn, She is still there. Her beautiful face and slight hint of a smile calm my quickly beating heart. sleep aga
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