I can’t


He walks pass me again, but this time I don't find him... Intresting

He looks at me with his gray eyes, but this time I don't fall deep into them

He speaks to me in his demanding tone-

But I don't listen.

I don't hear..

I don't care-

He brushes his finger tips along my warm shoulders, and brings them to my lips.

But I don't crave him

I don't crave myself-

I can't...

Not anymore...

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