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A Ruthless Double Team
My head was bowed, and my eyes glued to the fingers that played upon the piano keys.
I was excited to play this song. It spoke to me on another level. Each time I heard it, and ache of need panged my bones. It spoke of something I never had the chance to experience. Love. But not just any kind of love. The type of love this song spoke of was the type of love that I always wish I could witness myself.
To have someone see the very things that make you shine. The one that will set my skin ablaze and allow me to sparkle with a glowing glitter. I never had some
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