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a night remembered by the whispers in the dark and breathy sighs shared between two young lovers speaking through shaking hands 
I’ve been here before Way too many times. I’ve spent countless nights in terror Letting out frantic cries. I’ve plotted my death Again, again, and again. I’m willing to give up this fight, After all, it seems to have no end To you, to him, to her 
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