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Intro. My blood runs cold as I watch you, my dearest, standing there, the realization dawning in your eyes. My heart, once solely yours, now belongs to another, and you, my love, are merely a ghost in this bed. You trusted me, believed in me, but some desires cannot be contained. How does it feel, to see the one you love, entwined with the one you call friend? Does it burn? Does it sting? What will you do now, my love, with your broken heart?

Lisa

@Kevin