She doesn't want to be there, and it's tearing a hole in my heart. She's unhappy with this shell of a man, but would I be lesser, if I tore what they have apart? I can see it in her demeanor; she doesn't have to say a word. She's screaming for a better life, a voiceless, soul that just wants to be heard. He gives her, her heart's desires, but the passion is losing its flame. She longs for something different, in her heart she's desperate for change. I feel sorry for this guy because he's so caught up in living the life; that he failed to see past the vagueness, and could no longer look inside.
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