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It does very little you know. To ask. Not to receive. She's scared you know. I am sometimes scared too. Because, she can't always show. Just how she feels. And it hurts. A lot. So very much. But ask away. Maybe one day she'll find the answers. Maybe one day she'll breathe a little freer. Maybe one day she'll breathe. I just wish I could be the one to show her how. But at least we know that neither of us hold that place. I guess I'm satisifed to just exist near her. That's all I can really hope for. Caught in this very strange love. My own creation. Ask away. She still doesn't have the answers. I wish I did. I wish, I was the answer.
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