I'm watching my candles burn low in the dark and the shadows are beginning to take form. I miss his hands the most. I wanted to watch the colors burst and blend at the ropes pulling tightly. Everything pulling pulling pulling he never frightened me but sometimes I wish he did. I wanted him to learn to hate me. I wanted him to beg for my smile in the dark. I never want to be let go again.
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