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      As he watches her from the sidelines, his feelings still in the dark. The reason he hides is because every time he tries… dam he tries. When he finally unlocks the doors and stares past her eyes further inside, her heart it skips a beat. It’s so obvious to see, that a beautiful human being lives beneath. Nonetheless as quick as she opens the door, the faster she learns to lock it. He feels it, feels it’s tremendous. Because she took the dagger, and shot it straight through his heart. 

      It started off as just a jab, but after he continuously tried and tried again. She took that dagger buried deep inside his heart, twisted and carved ‘till that shit was hollow. She’ has left him yearning, burning, and filled with sorrow. “What’s her name?” he barely makes our to a whisper. His love had turned sparse. A bittersweet ending, because it pained him to love, pained him to stay. But ‘twas his fault for falling this way. We all know, girls prey. There’s no winning, no matter what they say.