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I didn't want to be with anyone else but you. I've kissed you in ultimate truth, by far a healthy habit shared between us two. Daily glance of eyes passed to and from. The taste of flaws presented against perfect lips. Suffocated by each breath swept through thin lips. A petty thief held in contempt, the tumbler of the lock stopped by still hands. A similar pain felt from strangers past. The disruption of things given naturally. Distinguishing pick from wrench Your hands were steady. I believed the lies shared between you and I. Perhaps under different circumstances, Ignoring the tension felt between us both, you continued to pry. Rambling about, revealing true intentions. Manipulating your will against the feel of restraint, hands that stopped you in every way. I was willing to give you all of me, was I considered crazy. To allow the pressure of your forcefulness. You had no right, Abiding by crimes done unjust. The tarnish of scratches left by your pick and wrench I've said no, suffocated by a similar pain. You've left an unforgettable pain in regrettable circumstance. A shame you never saw the security guard sitting in the corner