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As I lay in the darkness of another man’s bed, thoughts of you invade every fiber of my being. I try to push you away but don’t have the
strength. I attempt to pull you closer but you escape my desperate pulls.
Seeing you was both thrilling and excruciating. Betrayal and love catches in my
throat and refuses to abscond. The dark, skeletal hands of memories grab
endlessly at me as our soundtrack of passion and bitter disappointment winds
continuously through the twisted streets of my brain. Sleep doesn’t come; the
night simply stretches on into another arduous day of holding my breath.