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There always was an instinct I couldn't push away every time our eyes met, the chills that would run over my skin should have told me what my soul couldn't get,
There always was a lurch I couldn't miss every time we were together, how I mistook the crawling of my skin for the aftermath of something better.
There always was a warning somewhere that I could never read, my mind fogged into walking upon a path with thorns unsaid.
And then there was red with all the answers before me, broken shards of reality piercing my skin, my eyes now open to the rivulets of disgust seeping through my soul like a sin.
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