Walking into class was easy, but knowing that the reason my heart beats, the reason that I smile, and the one person I think about day and night, is just through that door, is going to be the death of me. Though, he isn't mine, and although he never was, the love I have for him consumes my thoughts, but the daggers consume my heart. As those daggers slowly pierce into my beating heart, I have come to the fact that my death will be by love.
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