Their love was something deeper, something divine and involuntary, it was her deepest wish.

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Their love was something deeper, something divine and involuntary, it was her deepest wish.
I rather think there is something special about you.
It's true, I want something. I want to exhaust this one short life.
I am reckless in my life. The rush of each thrill burns brightly, searing me in a desire for distraction as a desperate attempt to feel something.
Look carefully at sad eyes, at something hidden beneath a flicker of something, an expression of wonder.
Something about her, she seemed so sure but so sad too. He wanted to know her, and yet, they were strangers never to speak to each other. He couldn't stop staring.
If something happened it would spoil everything. Whatever this was would only complicate things.
I feel the weight smothering me, the continuous quicksand after something happens.